“…mr baek…”

“yes sir? do you need anything?”

“…h-he is sleeping….while wearing my shirt”, someone whisper, “I am dying…help me baek…”

“sir what can I do for you? do you want me to wake him up?”

*hit*

“you crazy! NO! please don’t! I’m sorry for hitting your shoulder…but please don’t wake him up…let him stay like that..i never saw him wearing my shirt…he’s cute right?” 

“y-yes”

“oh my I should take his picture…” he says and takes his phone.

*click*

*click*

“OH MY LOOK AT THIS BAEK…MY HUSBAND IS SO CUTE…”, he says and jumps around.

“y-yes sir…but sir..”, “oh I should have put my clothes inside the cardboard”, he says and continue to look at the picture.

“s-sir..?” “yeah?” he answers not bother to look at his assistant.

“what…are you two doing?” I ask, he frightened and stop jumping.

“n-nothing”, he says, “really?” I say and point to his hand, his eyes follow my hands and shock, “NO! NO!” he says and hide his phone away. 

“you took a picture of me…am I right?” I say, he looks at me and kneels, “y-yes please forgive me I will delete it… I promise I won’t take your picture without your consent”, he says.

I blink and walk to where he kneels, “don’t delete those..you can keep it”, I say and grab his shoulder to help him stand.

“i-i can keep this?” he asks, eyes gleaming. “you have no reason to delete those…that’s your husband picture after all”, I say and blush. 

he looks at me and blush, “y-yes husband”. 

“can I look at it?” I ask, he nods frantically and takes his phone out from his pocket.

I gasp at my picture, “hmm something is lacking in this”, he looks at me and back to the picture, “it has no flaws”.

“no, what I mean is it will look greater with you in it..” I blurt, he looks at me and blush, I gas