After removing his white dress shirt and undoing the small black bow tie around his collar, Rim Young tossed both items onto the couch without much thought. The instant they left his hands, Wi Hajoon moved. His fingers closed around Rim Young's wrist before he could step away, and with a sudden pull, he was dragged closer. Rim Young barely had time to react.
The rigid expression Wi Hajoon had worn throughout the entire day softened for the first time. The tension around his eyes eased slightly, and the deep crease between his brows relaxed as though the constant pressure in his head had finally found some relief. Without saying a word, Wi Hajoon guided Rim Young's hand to his cheek.
