"Jongup, your parents are waiting." That voice. He loves hearing it, but the monotonous tone in it irritated him. It was as if he didn't really care at all. Jongup tries with all his might to block it out, grumbling a little.

"Jongup." Jongup opens his eyes and finds himself staring into deep, dark brown doe-eyes. Eyes that are crinkled into crescent moons, the small layer of baby fat below them highlighting the softness of his entire face. They are twinkling slightly and Jongup doesn't understand why. Why are they twinkling? They aren't supposed to do that, with close to no sense of remorse or sadness in them.

Jongup stares into those eyes, feeling himself fall further into them and he suddenly feels afraid, so afraid because he can't afford to get lost in them now. He finds himself slowly drawn to his lips instead, those plump, pale pink buds that formed words as he spoke.

"Jongup, your parents won't be happy if you keep taking your time."

Jongup scowled. He lifted his head from his arms, and turned to his butler, expectant. He hated Jung Daehyun so much.