Summer had just began, and you had the whole house to yourself because your parents just went on a two-week vacation—life couldn't get much better than this, right?

However, there was something they hadn't told you.

You had definitely been dumbfounded when the doorbell rang in the afternoon and the person on your poarch hadn't been the Doordasher delivering your food, but Chan–one of your dad's good friends.

Because apparently, a grown woman was not able to stay home alone for two entire weeks, according to your mom and dad. It was ridiculous, but they had always been helicopter parents. Overprotective and slightly paranoid, despite the fact you were an adult now.

Reluctantly, you had let him in, knowing protesting was not going to change anything.

You did not know a lot about Chan. He wasn't one of your dad's closest friends that used to babysit you. They became coworkers when your dad had started his new job not many years ago. You were already grown at your first meeting. Since then, you had only seen him at birthday parties. Never interacted much with him.

And now, you were sitting in the living room together, getting along surprisingly well. The atmosphere was laid-back and easy-going.

While he was talking about some random topic, you couldn't help but eye his tattoos. You had never really taken note of them before, and now you were intrigued.

"Did you get those tattoos recently?" you finally asked.

A small chuckle rumbled through his chest in response. He appeared amused.

"These tattoos are older than you, sweetheart."