It’s already very dark outside, but she still didn’t budge from her seat. She stared at her laptop intently, continuously switched windows, and sometimes went back to the paper scattered on her desk to check on something and then modified the report she was making. A cup of hot coffee was left untouched on her right side. She fixed her glasses as she heaved a sigh. This boss of hers… ‘She has to get married soon,’ she thought, ‘so she will have to put her concentration on something else than work.’ It’s not like she hated her boss or her job, no. It’s just that workaholic boss of hers suddenly decided she had to present her report tomorrow while it was originally set on two days after tomorrow. She massaged her temple before continued working on her report. If it wasn’t for this report, she would probably be attending her friend’s housewarming party, sharing stories with old friends while enjoying the food. She pouted her lips.

Her work was halted by the sound of her door opening. She stared at the clock on her laptop before turning her body. 11:34 p.m. She beamed at the figure entering her room. She put off her glasses.

“Oh Wooni, you are home.” She hugged him briefly and took off his suit. “You want to take a bath? I didn’t cook anything since you said you have overtime tonight. I supposed you had dinner, right?”

“Yeah, I ate with Kibum. You didn’t go to the housewarming party?” Jinwoon eyed the piles of paper on the desk.

She shook her head and pouted. “I really wanted to go but I have to finish my report by tomorrow. Originally it is due two days after tomorrow, but you know my workaholic boss. She suddenly wants me to present it tomorrow.” She sighed. “I think I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

Jinwoon pulled her into his embrace. “Oh, poor my Little One…” he patted her back. “You want me to accompany you?”

She pulled out from his hug. “No need… Just take a shower and rest, you must be really tired.” She pushed him to the bathroom and went back to her desk. His offer sounded nice, but no, she knew better that she would finish her report faster if she’s alone.

Half an hour later, Jinwoon, clad in black wife beater and white pants, watched her still working seriously on her laptop. Glasses on, brows furrowing, lips slightly pouting… He smiled in content. This hardworking side of her is one of her traits that made him fell in love with her. Silently, he sneaked towards her desk and wrapped his arms around her. She jolted a bit by his sudden back hug, but she didn’t try to pry his arms.

“Why don’t you go to bed and sleep Wooni, it is midnight already.” She said; her eyes still fixed on the screen.

Jinwoon snuggled closer to her crook of neck. “I am resting now.” he rested his chin on her right shoulder.

“Wooni, your head is heavy.” She shrugged her shoulder to brush him away. She broke her concentration from her report and looked at his eyes intently. “Jung Jinwoon, I really have to finish this report. I’m not in the mood to play—I am tired and I know you are tired as well. So why don’t you go to sleep, huh?” she coaxed him. “And aren’t you uncomfortable standing like that?” she referred to his awkward bending position. Jinwoon was very tall, so when he embraced her who was sitting, he had to bend and match his level with hers.

He pouted his lips. “But I miss you so much… I just want to be with you.” He whined like a child. “I will not disturb you, I promise. Just let me have you in my arms like this.” He showed her his pitiful eyes.

She sighed. “Okay.” She approved his request because she knew he would start a long debate if she refused it. She needed to get back to her report and she didn’t want any disturbance.

Actually, having Jinwoon’s arms around her made her felt at ease. She had been stressed by work recently. Jinwoon’s warm embrace gave her some secured feeling, as if Jinwoon was telling him that no matter what she’s going through, she had him to turn to. “Bring over that stool in the kitchen.” She nudged him.

“Why don’t I sit on this stool and you sit on my lap instead?” Jinwoon suggested playfully. His tone changed into a low, husky, dangerous one.

She could sense a mischievous tint in his eyes. “Get that stool or just go to sleep.” She scowled.

Jinwoon chuckled in defeat. As he released his arms, he spotted the cup of coffee which had cooled down. “Oh!” he pointed. “Isn’t that my coffee? The luwak coffee, the one that Changmin hyung bought for me when he traveled to Indonesia?” his eyes widened.

She cringed apologetically. Guilt was all over her face. “Yeah. I’m run out of coffee, and I really