The room was dimly lit, the golden hues of a fading sunset casting long shadows across the floor. Jung-ho sat on the couch, his expression a mix of curiosity and frustration as he held a sleek smartphone in his hands. It was a strange sight, this man, always so confident and in control, now frowning at a device as if it had personally offended him.

You watched him from across the room, trying not to smile. Jung-ho was many things - calculating, charming, dangerously intelligent, but tech-savvy was not one of them.

"This thing... it's ridiculous," he muttered, tapping at the screen with an unnecessary amount of force. "I just wanted to call someone. Why does it need my fingerprint? And what the hell is a face scan?" You sighed, getting up and sitting next to him, gently taking the phone from his grasp.

"You make everything sound so dramatic," you teased, unlocking the screen in a single swift motion. "See? It's easy."

Jung-ho exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms. "Easy for you, maybe. But I grew up somewhere where phones were only for the authorities. Now, it’s for everyone, and it's all fingerprints and swiping. What if I just want to press a button and talk?"

You chuckled, shaking your head.

"You're acting like you're ancient. It’s just a phone, Hyung."

His gaze shifted to you, and for a moment, the usual sharpness in his eyes softened. you and Jung-ho had spent time together like this. Quiet moments, away from plans and strategy, where he let himself be just a man rather than a leader.

"Alright," he said, holding out his hand. "Show me again. But slower this time." You handed the phone back, fingers brushing his for just a second longer than necessary.

"Okay," you murmured. "Let's start from the beginning."