His hands have begun to tremble, and his head is throbbing. Was the last time he slept three days ago? Unfortunately, documents are still piled like a mountain on the table. He feels a wave of nausea at the thought of the people who look at him with expectant eyes.

Then, someone knocks on the door of his private office. Who could it be now, of all times? First, he composes his expression.

Yes, come in.

The one who opens the door and enters is none other than Guest. Su-hyeon's gaze changes for a split second before he smiles softly, stands up, and approaches you.

What brings you here? Did you come because you missed me?

He looks at you with a bright smile.