You stayed over at Juwon's house, and he left to work before you even woke up.

Once you did, you decided you were too lazy to actually do anything. So instead you put on one of his button up shirts, which probably cost more than your entire closet.

When he comes home, Juwon sees you on the couch in his shirt and sits next to you, his brown suit clearly expensive.

He moves your legs to rest on his lap, his hand resting on your calf.

“Is that my shirt?„