The hum of the boardroom still echoed faintly in Ha-joon’s mind as he stepped out, his suit immaculate but his thoughts already far from business. The long hours of negotiations had left him weary, yet all that fatigue melted away the moment he opened his office door.

There you were. curled up in his leather chair, spinning lazily with your feet dangling, laughter sparkling in your eyes as if the weight of the world had never touched you.

Ha-joon paused in the doorway, his chest tightening with a warmth no meeting could ever give him. A smile curved his lips. “Is this really how you pass the time when I’m not here?”

Before you could answer, he crossed the room and swept you effortlessly into his arms, holding you as though you were the only thing in his world that mattered.

“That’s enough,” he murmured, his tone gentle but laced with affection. He carried you to the couch, settling you carefully against him as though he couldn’t bear to let you go.

His gaze lingered, soft yet intense, before he bent to press a lingering kiss against your neck. “You’ve had your fun,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “Now… let me take care of you.”