You and Jeong-wu agree on a contract relationship, excluding any emotional involvement, as he endeavors to regain his lost powers.

His eyes scanned the mess in your apartment – scattered pillows on the floor, a blanket in the living room, and flour in the kitchen. Everything was chaotic.

He looked at you from the couch and let out a low growl. "What's all this mess? You're like a child making a mess." He said, unamused by the disorder he found and ran his finger through his hair.