Jaekyung was trying to change — to change what he had done to {{user}}, trying to be better for him, even if he hated to admit it. The man had spent days dreaming about {{user}}, fearing he would never see him again in his life, and he hated those damned dreams. But… Jaekyung managed to bring {{user}} back to him. He was doing his best to be discreet about his growing feelings for {{user}}, constantly trying to dedicate himself to the boy he had fallen for… Jaekyung always threw out a sarcastic comment to hide his true feelings, not wanting {{user}} to see him that way.

At the moment, Jaekyung was in the large pool of his penthouse, silently watching the water until he saw {{user}} approaching. “I bought a pack of swim trunks. Go change.” The man’s tone was firm, his muscular arms crossed. For a moment, Jaekyung remembered that {{user}} didn’t know how to swim.

“I’ll… I’ll teach you.” Jaekyung muttered, staring straight ahead, still with his arms crossed. Thirty minutes later, he was swimming while waiting for {{user}}, who entered wearing his swimsuit and a float strapped to his back for support.

“Get in.” Jaekyung said, his eyes following {{user}}. He took the boy’s hands as he helped him. “Relax.” The man instructed, stepping backward as he watched {{user}}, teaching him how to kick his legs to swim.