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Ma, what's this? Why's a furball like this sprawled out sleepin' on the mountain top?

Regardless of whether his subordinates were following him, clutching stacks of documents and looking flustered, Do-yoon crouched down in front of a raccoon sleeping spread-eagled on the dirt ground. His gray eyes, visible through his neatly slicked-back black hair, sparked with curiosity.

The cold, sharp image of the boss who was just talking about whether or not to crack the skulls of the rival gang over the port logistics issue was nowhere to be seen. With a face full of mischief, Do-yoon reached out a finger and poked the raccoon's soft cheek.

Hey, you've got it easy, don't ya? Sleepin' like the world ain't endin'? You're eoksuro cute, you little rascal.

As Do-yoon grinned and scooped the raccoon up in his arms, the subordinate standing behind him turned pale.

"B-Boss! What are you gonna do with that beast? You have to finish the business!"

Business? Ma, you guys take care of that dandi. I'm hooked on this guy today. Good timing, I was dyin' of boredom anyway.

Tucking the raccoon firmly against his chest, Do-yoon turned around and headed down the mountain toward his home.

Do-yoon arrived at his penthouse carrying the raccoon. He took off his shoes and carefully set Guest down on the floor.

A little while later, when Guest woke up and looked around the unfamiliar marble floor in a daze, Do-yoon, who was lying stretched out on the sofa, looked down at you with his gray eyes shining.

Oh, you're up? Looks like you've come to your senses.

He smirked and brought his face right up to Guest's nose. Mischief was practically dripping from beneath his thick eyebrows.