Seju paying you for studying and doing housechores, not a bad deal right? He's so happy that you won't push through with your plan of leaving! Look at that hearty laugh and smile! 😭 The height difference is closing in!next chapter is S1 finale 😭



Sejin, it's not weird that Seju's helping you so why are you blushing 🤭 but I wonder when he'll tell you about his sister?

The way sejin is still shocked of how kind seju is! 😭🤍 I love them sm

Why do i find this soo adorable?

This man bring me joy everytime I see him smile 

CHAT HE'S GETTING TALLER OMG I CAN'T WAIT FOR IT!!!
not a spoiler (someone pls tell me what chapter of novel we're on rn, and spoil me plspkspsksosk 🫶🫶😿😿)

Lectures + gym + commute home = late tidbits, whoops

More insight on how Sejoo feels:
A tangled mess of emotions swirled within him, feelings he hadn’t truly reflected on himself in so
long that he wasn’t even sure what they were anymore. But the one emotion he could clearly
identify, which wrapped around the surface of this tangled mess, was disappointment.
At that moment, Cheon Sejoo realized he felt hurt and disappointed by the fact that Sejin had
been working part-time without saying anything to him.
What do I have to be upset about?
I told him not to work part-time, so of course, he might have hidden it from me.
Trying to dismiss his feelings, Cheon Sejoo reasoned with himself, the tangled feelings in his chest
refused to loosen.
The reason was simple.
After dealing with Sejin’s assault case in December, Cheon Sejoo had thought he’d earned a place
inside Sejin’s guarded inner boundary. But realizing that wasn’t the case, it made him wonder if
his belief that they had grown closer was just a mistake.
It was clear Sejin had opened up to him more compared to when they first met. Though they both
occasionally snapped at each other, that was a sign they were comfortable around one another,
and Cheon Sejoo no longer felt uncomfortable around Sejin’s presence.
So, he assumed Kwon Sejin felt the same…
Was it just me?
Was I the only one who thought I had grown closer to Kwon Sejin?
The thought was childish, almost like something an elementary schooler would think. Cheon
Sejoo found it ridiculous and let out a bitter laugh.
In any case, if such trivial matters were making him feel disappointed, this only meant one thing.
Cheon Sejoo cared about Sejin more than he had thought. Just like Shin Gyoyeon had said, Sejin
hadn’t yet become his weakness, but there was a good chance he would in time.
What the hell am I supposed to do with this…
With these complicated emotions swirling inside him, Cheon Sejoo could only sigh.

The harsh reality of working in customer service...:
“What? Hey, don’t stress about it too much. People like that show up sometimes. They treat you
like their kid or something and pat your head or whatever. Even if it pisses you off, you’ve got to
hold back. If you make a big deal out of it, the store manager could get called in, and it could
become a real mess.”
“Yes"
Cheon Sejoo let out a dry laugh in disbelief as he overheard Sejin’s conversation with the girl. If he
was going to lie and work a part-time job, he should’ve at least chosen something better. The fact
that he had been harassed at work made Cheon Sejoo feel uncomfortable.
Hidden in the shadows, Cheon Sejoo swallowed his frustration and continued to listen to their
conversation.

What the spray bottle had in it:
Noona, can you spray this for me?”
“Sure. Turn around.”
Sejin and the girl stopped not far from where Cheon Sejoo was hiding. Sejin pulled out a fabric
freshener from his bag and handed it to her. In a familiar manner, she sprayed the freshener all
over Sejin’s clothes and bag.
He had probably kept his coat in a locker while working, so it shouldn’t have picked up any smells.
Yet, Sejin was meticulous enough to use a fabric freshener on everything anyway.

First time feeling these emotions in years:
A faint smile spread across Sejin’s face as if he was pleased with his earnings. That look was both
endearing and heart-wrenching to Cheon Sejoo. Quietly watching Sejin’s proud figure from
behind, he had to admit his own feelings.
Despite having lied to him for nearly two weeks, rather than feeling angry, Cheon Sejoo found
himself more hurt. That, more than anything, proved he harbored a significant amount of
affection for Sejin. To Cheon Sejoo, who lived precarious days, affection was a burdensome thing.
Even toward his team members in the disposal team, who were arguably the closest people to
him, he had never felt any sense of disappointment toward them. He merely cared for them in a
general sense. Since losing Hye-in, this was the first time in years that Cheon Sejoo had felt these
kinds of emotions.
It terrified him to think that he could feel this way about someone who would leave in just a year.
To him, such feelings were excessive, and the connection between them felt like too much. But
on the other hand, perhaps that’s exactly why it wasn’t so bad.
It was only a year. If that was all the time they had, perhaps it was okay for him to care for Kwon
Sejin as much as he wanted. After all, once Sejin left, any affection would be left with nowhere to
go…

He brushed his hair hehe:

Swallowing nervously, Sejin nodded and began to explain.
“After the supplementary class ended, I was heading home, but… my friend, my friend asked me
to grab something to eat first. So, uh…”
“Is that so?”
“Y-yeah…”
Smiling gently, Cheon Sejoo licked his dry lips. His tongue rolled inside his mouth. The cold air
brushed against his fingers as he gently ran them through Sejin’s neatly swept hair. Despite
Cheon Sejoo messing up his hair, Sejin, clearly feeling guilty, stood frozen in place, unable to say a
word. Cheon Sejoo looked down at him and whispered.
“You even had a nametag on.”
“…What?”
“You’ve been working hard since early in the morning. Very diligent.”

They were actually having this convo in the car:
Sejin snapped, understandably misinterpreting the situation from his perspective. It made sense
that he was upset, as it probably seemed to him like Cheon Sejoo had been following him around
all day.
Cheon Sejoo ignored his sharp tone, which he hadn’t heard in a while, and walked towards the
alley.
Though Sejin stood there fuming for a moment, he eventually followed, grumbling under his
breath. Only after Sejin, bristling with irritation, was shoved into the passenger seat did Cheon
Sejoo finally explain the situation.

More about what Sejin was thinking:
Cheon Sejoo asked in a low voice which held no hint of his usual laughter or teasing. His
expression was serious, far from his typical laid-back demeanor.
Sejin looked at him, finding that expression both unfamiliar and yet oddly familiar. He thought
back, trying to remember when he had seen that face before. And then, a memory naturally
surfaced. It was the day Cheon Sejoo had come to his school, declaring himself as Sejin’s
guardian.
On the day Cheon Sejoo stood up for him in front of those who accused him as the perpetrator,
declaring Sejin as the victim and offering him protection—on that day, Sejoo also wore the same
expression.
“Think carefully, Kwon Sejin.”
It was Kwon Sejin who had called Cheon Sejoo that day. He was the one who had given his
number to Seo Bohyung, and then hid behind him, avoiding the situation without so much as an
apology, while escaping the trouble he had caused.
Looking at Sejin as if he understood that realization, Cheon Sejoo asked again.
“Aren’t I your guardian?”
“…”
“Still not?”

Why Sejin decided to explain himself:
There was no room for doubt. Cheon Sejoo had protected him, and under his care, Sejin had
been living comfortably. At first, even being in the same room as Cheon Sejoo had been
uncomfortable, but now, that was no longer the case. Sejin had grown accustomed to their daily
life together, and in Sejin’s daily existence, Cheon Sejoo occupied a large part of it.
The fact that Sejin could visit his mother without any worries was because Cheon Sejoo was
looking after him, and it was the same when it came to the meals and Sejin’s overall well-being.
They had both given each other the right to look after one another equally. Who had given that
role first no longer mattered. Whether it was him or Sejoo, the fact still remained—Cheon Sejoo
was Kwon Sejin’s true guardian.
Sejin realized he needed to give Cheon Sejoo the chance to understand him. He had the right to
know. Realizing this, Sejin glanced at him, then spoke in a small voice.
“Money….”

He trusts Sejoo AAAAAAA:
Despite feeling embarrassed before, once he started talking, it wasn’t as difficult to express his
true feelings as he thought. Sejin steadied his voice and met Cheon Sejoo’s eyes.
As he looked into his deep black eyes, which seemed to hold a bit of melancholy, Sejin no longer
felt ashamed of the poverty he had never revealed to others. For once, he wasn’t embarrassed by
his circumstances. He had a strange sense of confidence welled up inside him that Cheon Sejoo
wouldn’t mock his poverty or simple desires.

Dreams:
Sejin, with a slight blush on his cheeks, finished his explanation.
“I couldn’t tell you because I was afraid you’d be mad….”
It was an awkward confession, as he admitted that he hadn’t told the truth because he was
scared of ruining his relationship with Cheon Sejoo. After his short explanation, Sejin fell silent.
As they sat in the darkened city, watching the road illuminated by streetlights and car headlights
like a flowing river of stars, Sejin focused all his attention on Cheon Sejoo’s reaction who was
sitting next to him.
“…”
Cheon Sejoo, listening to Sejin finally open up, couldn’t help but smile slightly. He was relieved to
realize that he wasn’t the only one who felt closer to Sejin. That Sejin had finally confided in him
which filled him with unexpected warmth.
Dreams.
He had once asked Sejin about his dreams.
At the time, Sejin hadn’t answered, but the story he just shared—was, in essence, Sejin’s dream.
Dreams didn’t have to be grand. They were often made of simple things—what you wanted to
have, what you wanted to become, and the kind of life you wanted to live. That’s what makes up a
dream.
It was the same for Cheon Sejoo. When he lived at the orphanage, he hadn’t known what he
wanted, but going to university exposed him to new things, allowing him to dream more
concretely. His desire to give Hye-in good food, nice clothes, and a beautiful home had all come
from his own experiences.

Simple dreams can be hard to achieve:
A warm, sunlit home. Sejin’s dream was still small and modest, but in reality, even such simple
dreams were often the hardest to achieve. As Sejin had said, finding such a home in the middle of
Seoul, he would need to save diligently because it would require a lot of money. But working part-time alone wouldn’t be enough.
However, Cheon Sejoo couldn’t bring himself to let Sejin keep working at the restaurant.
It wasn’t just that the job was hard—what really concerned him was that someone had touched
Sejin inappropriately. The life of a good-looking person without means was often dangerous in
the hands of those with power.
Cheon Sejoo didn’t want to throw Sejin into places constantly frequented by such people.

Rough childhood :( :
Sejin looked at Cheon Sejoo with a strange expression. His eyes narrowed, one side of his cheek
was pulled out, and his lips moved as if he had a lot to say. Cheon Sejoo let out a sigh as he saw
his reaction.
Sejin always struggled to immediately accept something good for himself. Whereas others would
have readily nodded and agreed, Sejin couldn’t help but question, doubt, and resist.
Cheon Sejoo hated that about him.
He hated to think Sejin’s rough upbringing had shaped him this way—making a nineteen-year-old
kid so suspicious and couldn’t easily accept even simple kindness.

Had to include this funny bit:
“Just think about it.”
“…”
Cheon Sejoo, who never thought he’d hear the phrase “think about it” from someone who ranked
21st out of 21 students in his class, remained speechless and stared at Sejin in disbelief.

Smart boy:
Cheon Sejoo had probably hoped to slyly dismiss studying as labor, but Sejin wasn’t about to let
that slide. Sejin was impressed with his own logic and let out a self-satisfied chuckle before
issuing a playful threat to Cheon Sejoo.
“If you don’t pay me fairly, I’ll report you to the police for violating labor laws. So better do the
math right.”
Not to the “Labor Department,” but to the “police”

It's difficult to stop when u r this adorably funny tho 🤭🤣

Idk how I feel about this being a BL now... I only see them as a father and adopted son duo ☹️