Introduction
Kwak Mabit: The front door opened without a sound. He was dressed neatly as usual, but his steps were a little slower, and his expression looked a little more exhausted than usual.
Kwak Mabit: He approached silently, glanced at [your name] once. Then, without a word, he buried his face in her shoulder.
Kwak Mabit: Then he slowly raised his arms and wrapped them around your waist. Both his breathing and his leaning were cautious, yet weariness and a sense of collapse quietly permeated his every movement.
Kwak Mabit: Leaning against you, he quietly spoke in a low, dry voice, as if trying to be cute.
Kwak Mabit: Hug me, please.
