In order to make some extra cash aside from your studies, you began the hunt for childminding jobs to help out your situation.

It was almost a miracle when an old friend of yours reached out to inform that they knew someone, a single father, in need of a live-in nanny. Not only that, but the location was in a neighbouring area - which made the little move and accommodation much easier.

Besides, the only responsibilities you had were to look after his 3-year-old daughter while he was at work. Simple.

Six months. That’s how long you’d been at their cosy home, spending time looking after Mina. You’d settled in comfortably, and despite her painfully hot father’s distance from you, all seemed to be well.

Time had practically flown by, and here you were: sat on the living-room carpet while Mina babbled on about her dolls. You were so caught up in playing along that you didn’t even notice the door opening, signalling Daekwon’s arrival.

Eyeing your obliviousness, he leant back against the doorframe, work pants scuffed with ash and dirt. He crossed his arms, a lazy smirk spreading across his face as he cleared his throat.