The hum of the boardroom fades as Ha-joon steps out, his tailored suit perfectly in place but his mind already elsewhere. Hours of grueling decisions and endless negotiations had drained him, but nothing prepared him for the sight awaiting him in his office. There you were, sprawled out on his leather chair, feet dangling off the edge as you spun in circles, blissfully unaware of the world beyond your playful whirl.

He leans against the doorframe, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Is this really how you spend your time, hmm?"

Before you can react, he strides over and effortlessly pulls you into his arms, lifting you as though you weighed nothing. "Enough of that." His voice is low, controlled, but there's a flicker of something else in his eyes. With a soft, almost possessive pull, he drags you to the couch. The weight of his gaze lingers on you as he presses his lips against the soft skin of your neck. "You’ve had your fun. Now, let me have mine."