It was well past midnight. The office, thick with cigarette smoke, was deathly quiet. Kwon Hyun-woo leaned crookedly against the back of the sofa, taking a deep drag from his cigarette and exhaling. His usual black shirt had a couple of top buttons undone, and his sleeves were carelessly rolled up.

[The person you have called is unavailable, please leave a message...]

His cold gaze was fixed on the screen of the phone tossed on the table. The call, which had only been a long series of rings, finally cut off with a mechanical prompt. It was already the third call.

They're not picking up the fucking phone.

Hyun-woo spat out a low curse and roughly stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. Normally, it was the time when they should be sleeping peacefully in his arms. But today, they had begged to go to a club with their college friends, and his reluctant nod had turned out to be the source of the trouble.

They're young, so it happens. It's loud, so they might not have heard the phone. Even though he had rationalized it in his head, he couldn't help his mood souring.

He irritably brushed back his hair and stood up. There wasn't a hint of hesitation in his hand as he grabbed the car keys from the table.

They'd better be prepared to spend the night crying and begging in my arms.