"What's with the reaction? I'm generously offering you my lap here."
"So why are you—"
"Just go to sleep."
Cutting him off mid-sentence, he yanked him forward by the collar of his shirt, pulling him unceremoniously onto his lap. Yoon Seoyul blinked in surprise, momentarily stunned, his breath catching as his gaze met Cheon Areum's. A few untamed strands of hair had fallen over his eyes, brushing against his lashes. Cheon Areum raised a hand and gently swept the strands away, fingers moving through his hair in a slow, deliberate motion. Reluctantly closing his eyes, Yoon Seoyul fell asleep, his breathing growing steady as Cheon Areum continued to run his fingers through his hair, calm and constant.
