He doesn't bite!

Hello, Kkami

Hyunjin really loved the moon.

It was the only view he never got tired of throughout his long years.

He swirled the glass in his hand as he leaned his forearm on the balcony railing, his eyes fixed on the full moon for a long moment before taking a sip.

He savored the taste before swallowing, his gaze shifting to the glass in his hand as a small smile made its way to his lips.

"Special blood... she says." He chuckled softly, his smile never fading as he sensed his dog’s presence on the balcony.

"Hey, buddy." He knelt down, grabbing some treats he kept around for his dog, smiling as he watched the dog eat as if it had never tasted food before.

"I wish life was as easy as it is in those novels she reads."

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Jiyu hadn't had such a good sleep in forever.

But her sleep was disturbed by the weight she felt on her stomach.

Something was breathing...

Jiyu's eyes shot open. Blinking, she looked down without moving. She blinked again, watching the long-haired chihuahua sleeping peacefully on her stomach.

"Oh..."

She looked around, her eyebrows furrowing when she noticed her purse and phone on the nightstand. Carefully, she extended her arm, grabbing her phone to check the time.

Her eyes narrowed as she adjusted the phone’s brightness, but then widened when she saw the time. 12 PM.

"My god," she muttered in disbelief. "Good thing it's Saturday."

She sighed, placing the phone back on the nightstand.

She couldn't look at the ceiling for long since the dog woke up, making her look at it again.

"Well, hello there..." she cooed, gently lifting the dog up and stretching her arms.

"What are you doing here, little mister?" she smiled, not expecting an answer from the unbothered dog, who just looked at her calmly, not even barking.

"Let's go see what that grandpa of yours is up to..." she muttered, hugging the dog to her chest with one arm while moving the cover off herself with the other. She sat up, slipping on the fluffy slippers she found next to the bed.

Jiyu took light steps downstairs, feeling good and comfy in the nightgown, the fluffy dog nestled in her arms. She searched around the first floor, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Isn't he home?" she muttered. That’s when she felt the dog freeing itself from her grasp. She let it go, watching as it ran in tiny steps toward the mansion's door. Jiyu followed, opening the door so it could run outside.