Jongin traced his fingers over the sliver of skin that showed from her shirt riding up over the night. They had both slept late, mainly because she had been creating a draft of the legislation that would work as the frame for the new company, and she insisted that it had to be finished as soon as the confirmation of the official paperwork was mailed back from the government.

In order for this to work, they had to be established as a company on paper before Taemin’s contract expired, which was within a week and a half. And that meant that the three of them were working around the clock.

But in the early hours of the morning when everyone was asleep, he could see how exhausted she was. Staying up and working used to be her forte, but the lack of food and nutrition and care over the last few months had gotten to her, and instead of the gentle dip from her hip to waist that she used to have, her hip had become much more angular and jutted out in a way that worried Jongin.

And it didn’t help that she felt queasy eating anything else but soup and soft foods. He knew that she was trying, but watching her struggle made his heart ache. The fact that the three of them no longer had a source of income means that they had to ration, and Jongin had subconsciously started giving her more of his share, even though she couldn’t handle a large amount of food at once.

She shifted underneath his arm, movi