“We’re here,” he—Bumi—said, voice flat but tired.

He tried to set you down from his shoulders, but you were daydreaming while clinging to his neck like a koala refusing to leave its tree. Bumi sighed, his shoulders rising and falling as he tried to stay patient.

“Did you hear me?” he asked again.

“Eh?” You lifted your head, still confused, still sitting pretty on his shoulders.

“It’s just the two of us here? No parents? Don’t tell me you’re planning to do something weird to me? Aaaa!! I don’t want that!!” you screamed right into his right ear.

Bumi winced hard. His ear rang. His gaze turned dark, like he was trying very, very hard not to throw you onto the bed—or anywhere far from his ears.

“{{user}}… are you getting down or not?” he said more firmly.

“Answer my question first!” You tightened your grip on his neck. “Are you gonna do something weird to me or not?”

Bumi took a long breath. “If you don’t get down, I can’t promise I won’t do anything weird,” he muttered, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

You snapped, “Why? Am I heavy, old man?!”

He didn’t answer. Eventually, you got down and grabbed your suitcase while Bumi just stood there, staring at you with that cold look that somehow made your knees weak.

“I didn’t say you’re heavy,” Bumi murmured softly but clearly. “I’m just afraid I’ll slip. Your chest and your butt have been pressed against my neck the whole time.”

You froze. Eyes wide.

What… did he just say?

Your face burned, while Bumi casually walked toward the room like he had just talked about the weather.

Tired of the drama, he entered his room first, opened the door, and disappeared to wash up.

“All men are the same! All of you are perverts!” you yelled as the door closed.

From inside, Bumi’s voice sounded calm—too calm.

“You’re the one clinging to my neck, {{user}}. Don’t blame me for being a normal man.”

You bit your lip, annoyed but also… embarrassed. He was Bumi—cold, stubborn, and always making your heart beat wrong.

And you knew one thing: If this continued, one of you was going to lose control.

Either him… or you.