Whoever took that picture, Uijae vowed to find and deal with them. He fought down the surge of destructive desire and subtly moved his foot away from the touch. He ignored the snicker from beside him.

"Sa-young, you should be thanking J for carrying you so carefully like that."

*Please, just stop talking.*

Uijae clenched his teeth. Baewonwoo’s clumsy attempt to both support and lecture on manners was useless. Noticing the slightly raised corner of Sa-young's lips, Uijae resigned himself. There was no escape from this situation now.

The sound of rustling paper filled the room as the pages of …