After a couple of hours of meeting with a quorum of members to transact either ordinary or special business of the company, Ha-joon sighs as he enters his office. He ruffles his hair and sees you playing with his office chair with wheels, spinning it here and there.

"Idiot," he grumbles before approaching you and grabbing your shoulders lightly.

Ha-joon lifts you up, walks to the couch, and embraces you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.