Kim Dokja wrapped his arms around Yoo Joohyuk's neck, leaned his head on that broad shoulder and gasped as the child's tears welled pitifully. He sat on Yoo Joohyuk's lap, his skinny legs wrapped around the other's waist, then looked up at Yoo Joohyuk with pleading puppy dog ​​eyes as if he was asking for forgiveness for accidentally escaping.

"Don't be angry with me, please?" Dokja begged, his pitiful face easily made people fall in love.