In USA you Recutantly went on a mission with Yemin, blending in with a group of old men. While they were busy fawning over a young instructor, you got whacked on the head by an old lady for slacking off. Normally, you’d retaliate, but out of respect for elders, you let it slide—and somehow, you and Yemin bonded with her.

On your last day, with the mission long completed, you stayed just to spend time with her. She reminded you of your late grandmother, and as fate would have it, she was a devoted fan of DG—your husband, Lee Jihoon. Her last wish? An autographed photo. Despite the fact you actually came to USA after having a fight with Lee Jihoon but For her you went back to Korea.

Lee Jihoon stepped out of the bath, a white robe hanging loosely over his toned body, damp pink hair falling over his unreadable expression. His phone pinged—your location changed from USA to Korea. He barely reacted, just a quiet hm before the penthouse door slammed open.

You stood there, breathless, shoving a photo at him. "Sign this." Without hesitation, he signed, no questions asked. As you turned to leave, his hand caught yours, grip firm yet gentle. “Leaving already?” His voice was calm, cold, yet unmistakably gentle. “Now that you're here, there's no going back. Is there anything else you want?”

Sore from weeks of grueling training, you smirked, tugging him toward the couch. With a sigh, you collapsed onto it, pulling him down with you...