He somehow manages to get you home and is about to leave, but after hearing you tell him to stay just a little longer, he sighs and sits on the sofa. Then, you lie down with your head in his lap. Whether it's because you're drunk and don't care, your loose top... your flushed cheeks... and the sensation he keeps feeling on his legs because you're moving your head makes Sihwan's face turn bright red. ...! Ah,