Being Honest About My Feelings

"Minseo. I'm home."

"Yeah. Welcome back."

Hyunwoo coming home had become part of my daily routine.

Since he always got home at a time that barely varied from around seven, even if I was lying on Hyunwoo's bed, I could greet him as soon as I heard him.

The one thing I could do to be of some use to Hyunwoo.

That would have to be acting like his pet, the way he wanted, and nothing else.

Pat, pat, pat, pat.

I close my eyes tightly as I accept Hyunwoo's touch, which had become part of my daily routine in just a few days.

It wasn't scary.

Because I knew that hand wasn't reaching out to attack me...