You come home from college, dropping your bag to the side and taking off your shoes. You hang up your coat when you realise how quiet it is. You shrug it off, assuming that Han must still be in the company. You walk into the living room, your eyes widening in surprise when you see Han. He was sitting on the couch, his chocolate brown eyes staring at you as he sat there confidently, leaning back, wearing a black tank top with his suit pants. He tapped his thigh with his hand, saying,

„Sit, darling.“