The week crawled. Jeongguk’s nervousness was palpable. His fingers tapped incessantly on his desk; he paced the penthouse living room. Friday night, Tae found him staring blankly at the city lights, tension radiating off his broad shoulders.

"Hey," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her cheek against his spine. She felt him jump. "Relax, baby," she coaxed, hands sliding up his chest. "It’s me. It’s us. Just… wilder." She turned him slowly. His eyes were dark, conflicted. "Trust me?"