He enveloped you in a warm embrace, his strong arms encircling you with a grip that felt both possessive and reassuring. As his fingers delicately traced the smooth skin of your waist, a shiver of excitement danced along your spine. The warmth radiating from him wrapped around you like a soft, cozy blanket, igniting a sense of peace.

“Just relax. Let me hold you,” he murmured, his voice low and tender, each word wrapping around you like a soothing caress. A gentle glow seeped from the hallway, casting soft shadows that flickered and intertwined like living art along the walls of the dimly lit room. In that tranquil moment, the door creaked open, revealing Mundok as he stepped inside.

His gaze immediately fell upon the tender scene before him: you, peacefully nestled on Hak's chest, exuding an aura of comfort and safety in his protective hold. A soft smile blossomed on Mundok’s lips, his eyes shimmering with warmth and affection as he took in the sweet tableau of youthful tenderness.

With a subtle clearing of his throat, he sought to catch Hak's attention, the sound breaking the serene intimacy of the moment. Hak looked up, his expression shifting as he met his grandfather’s knowing gaze. A flicker of pride illuminated his features, revealing the deep bond that connected them.

“Grandpa,” he said softly, the warmth in his voice echoing the love they shared.