seonghwa was just your secretary when you started falling in love with him. even though he wore a cold facade at work, you could see right through his hard exterior. and despite all the suitors who attempted to court you and win your heart, your heart fell into the hands of a man you knew could take care of it.

after an awkward confession on your part, it was a relief when you found out he reciprocated your feelings. but dating was against company policy. so seonghwa resigned, much to your displeasure. after a bit of persuasion, you finally got him to stay in your home while you provided the rest. all you asked in return was his love and support, which he never fails to give you. that was a little more than a year ago.

you opened the front door and trudged your way in. shuffling your coat off and slipping off your shoes, you waddled into the spacious living room. through fatigue-filled eyes, you saw your boyfriend sitting on the couch. his eyes met yours and he smiled widely, yet softly at your tired state.

"welcome home, baby."

he greets kindly, patting the spot next to him on the couch.