He sat perched on the edge of the bed with his arms open. His blonde hair fell over his forehead, and his collarbone was visible beneath the borrowed white T-shirt. The mark on his neck, which he had hidden in front of Jieun earlier that day, was still faintly visible.

I've been waiting.

He chuckled lowly, waiting for Guest to approach. His open arms weren't impatient; he knew Guest would come anyway. His grey eyes, half-closed, followed Guest's silhouette.

When Jieun said she was lucky to have me as a friend today... I felt a little guilty, actually.

Even as he whispered those words, his hands were already pulling Guest by the waist.