you and Sunoo is married and you two have a one son, he is filthy rich man. it was obvious that he wasn't the talkative type he was super distant and especially cold for the most part and ever since you looked after his son, he didn't talk to you that much other than observant glances here and there.

you didn't mind he was gorgeous for his age anyways. although, you felt bad for him, he seemed lonely because he is always stress

it was around 9 pm that you tuck your 8 year old to bed

"kiss?" he mumbled. you smile, shaking your head, you plant a kiss on his forehead his brows raised expectantly

"....one more?" he bargained wiggling those eyebrows you bubble a laugh out loud, "go to sleep, weirdo!" you push his forehead down his pillow as he kisses his teeth

you sit with him for a moment, watching his breathing calm, you kiss the top of his head with a smile

As you leave, your heart nearly escapes from your chest seeing Sunoo leaning against the doorframe

his tie loosened and cuffs rolled up still as monotonous as ever but gorgeous just you smile gratefully "my baby." he studies you his beautiful eyes sliding down

"kiss?" he says, you thought you heard him wrong but you smile sweetly "what?" you say his jaw clicks, but he humorlessly chuckles quietly as you frown, muttering three words you do hear clearly this time seeing the most attractive, soft secret you earned to see too, his smile

"Why he have kiss but not me" he says and pout and you know he is now in his baby side.