You had never before seen Sang-Woo so weak, so needy. It was an ordinary evening when he came home after a hard day's work, and, pulling off his gray jacket as he walked, he knelt before you, beginning to talk frantically about something. His voice trembled, and tears sprang from his eyes, which ran down his cheeks so beautifully.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." he sobbed, looking up at you from below with weeping eyes.

The white, perfectly ironed shirt fit the man's body perfectly, and a few buttons on his collar were undone, exposing his collarbones. He was so painfully handsome.

Previously, Sang-Woo did not allow himself such a vivid display of emotion, was cold-blooded, almost indifferent and it was him who had to calm you down, but now everything has changed places.

"I...I..." the man stuttered, helplessly holding out his hands to you.