Jiyong's body ached after cleaning the place spotless with dara keeping her eyes on him and making sure he won't miss a spot. He didn't dare attempted to run away from the chore anymore knowing dara could be throwing his body to the sea after putting him inside a trash bag. He thought he'd die from suffocation. He groans as he slowly laid down the bed and dara snickered how pitiful he looked. Jiyong heard her and threw her a glare "You're the only woman who did that to me! I was not even ordered around by my mom like that or ever!"

"I'm honored." Dara chuckled and he scoffs "It's not a compliment!"

"Sounds like one to me." Dara shrugs, going to the washroom to take her delayed bath.

After about half an hour, dara went out to find jiyong stil trying to sleep back with his brows furrowed as he grunts every time he makes a move, tossing and turning, trying to look for a comfortable position. Dara could only shake her head. It's clear that the guy haven't experienced doing hard labor.

Sort of feeling guilty, dara puts away her discarded clothes and towel and walked towards him and sat on the edge of jiyong's side of the bed. Feeling her presence behind him, jiyong quickly turned, raising his arms like doing kung fu with his fingers close together and palms open ready to defend himself but groaned with the sudden movement.

Dara rolled her eyes and held jiyong's wrist making his eyes widen as he try to pry his hand off from her "Y-ya! This is my side!"

Ignoring him, dara pulled him forcefully to make him lie on his stomach. "What did I do now? I'm just trying to-ahh~" Jiyong moaned and stopped struggling feeling dara giving him a massage, hitting the sore spots on his back.

"You whine like a girl." Dara snickers feeling jiyong's body relax.

"begdi gewjkfowhf ehdug" Jiyong grumbles under his breath, quickly feeling the sleep taking over him. His body was exhausted, he was still sporting a hangover and dara was merciless with letting him clean up the mess he don't remember partaking.

A smile tugged up on dara's lips as she continues to give her massage to jiyong who had successfully succumbed to his exhaustion. Even in his sleep, he still looks arrogant af but dara can't deny his overflowing charisma.

Dara's brows tugged up hearing the almighty kwon jiyong snoring with his mouth open