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Today was an important day for Gi-hun's bakehouse, well, to him. It was just another delivery to everyone else, but to him it was like a gift sent from the heavens. He got to visit the palace and see Prince In-ho; what's not to love about that!

Gi-hun had known In-ho since he was a kid; when his mother had taken him to the palace for a last-minute delivery, she couldn't find anyone to watch him, so she ended up taking him along. It was the prince's 7th birthday, and Gi-hun, being a little kid, wanted to impress the prince, of course. So he made a pastry all on his own; his mother didn't know about it, but he snuck it into the tray that was supposed to be delivered.

If the pastry had been terrible, it definitely would've tarnished his mother's name, but he didn't think about it at the time. Plus it all turned out fine in the end; the prince liked his pastry and even complimented it. Ever since then Gi-hun had an embarrassingly large crush on him, 33 years long; most people started to think he was celibate.

Now, with his mother getting older, Gi-hun started doing most of the deliveries. Just to the palace, which might've been for selfish reasons of taking any chance he could to see Prince In-ho, but could you blame him? It's like the whole kingdom had some sort of infatuation with him, so what's one more?

The day at the bakehouse was extra busy today; the palace was hosting this huge ball. Gi-hun didn't actually get any details about it, just to bake. He could do that!

Once all the pastries were ready and packaged, Gi-hun offered to deliver them, to nobody's surprise. All of his friends already had the misfortune of dealing with Gi-hun's constant rants about how dashing In-ho looked in some outfit or how much of a good partner he could be to In-ho. He, of course, never lets his delusions go too far to actually try and pursue In-ho; after all, In-ho would most likely never marry again, not after Ji-ae.

When In-ho lost her, it was like he just became a hollow shell; before, he was a lot more social, energetic, and just brighter in general. Sure, he was jealous at first when they first publicly announced their marriage, but In-ho was happy, so he was happy too. Then she passed away, and Gi-hun felt terrible for ever having any negative feelings towards her; she was truly a sweet woman who made In-ho happy.

Gi-hun arrived at the palace a little early and delivered the pastries as asked; his job was done… So he was supposed to leave. He didn't even have an official invitation to actually attend the ball. But… His need to see the prince was really overpowering his rational chain of thought.

So… Gi-hun entered the main ballroom; he knew it was a crime, and he could get into serious trouble, but he couldn't help himself!

The inside of the ball was decorated beautifully; the side tables were lined with snacks and drinks, not anything Gi-hun had tried before. The ceilings were draped with golden-adorned banners and diamond chandeliers, which looked extraordinary. It's like this whole place was trying to tell him it's not somewhere he was supposed to be. Including the people dressed in their stupidly fancy outfits, even though Gi-hun wore the most expensive outfit he had, he still looked out of place.

In his absent-mindedness he didn't even notice the guard approaching him, which would have probably been a good thing to notice.

"Excuse me."

"Huh?" Gi-hun snapped out of his daze to look up at the man standing in front of him; he might be screwed… 

"Your invitation?" The guard held his hand out expectantly; it was better he put it down since Gi-hun didn't have anything close to an invitation to give him.

"Umm... so you see, I'm the baker." The guard didn't look like he cared, but Gi-hun continued anyway. "And I just wanted to see the ball! You understand, right?" They, in fact, did not.

The guard who had confirmed he wasn't supposed to be there, and it was pretty darn easy. Began to drag him out, in front of everyone. Count on Gi-hun to get himself into a beyond humiliating situation! Turned out being escorted out was quite eye-catching, because all eyes were on him. Gi-hun squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment; if he was going to be publicly humiliated, he'd rather not witness other people's reactions. 

Suddenly the guard stopped. Were they outside already? It didn't feel like they were…

Gi-hun peeked one eye open, and he was greeted with the most gorgeous sight in all his 42 years of living; there stood the object of all his affection, Prince In-ho. 

"Let him go." 

At his demand the guard immediately let Gi-hun go, who stumbled on his feet at the sudden lack of support. Gi-hun also happened to be too distracted drooling at the prince's face that he failed to notice that he was speaking to him. All of it sounded like background noise; how could his ears work when his eyes were being overwhelmed by In-ho's overwhelming looks?

Though he did finally snap back into reality when his shoulders were grabbed. Prince In-ho just touched him. He's never washing these shoulders again. 

"Uh sorry, w-what did you say?" Gi-hun blinked at him, giving him an awkward smile. He was totally embarrassing himself, wasn't he?

"I said, what's your name?" In-ho repeated, his grip on Gi-hun's shoulders loosening. If Gi-hun wasn't careful, he might fall into a daze right here and now just by In-ho's voice alone.

"I- It's Gi-hun." Gi-hun answered, fidgeting with his shirt sleeve. Despite practicing how to talk to In-ho in the mirror like a million times, just in case, he was still a stuttering mess. But in his defense, his face and In-ho's face weren't even comparable, so he wasn't at fault.

"Aren't you that one guy who owns that bakehouse?" 

Oh my gosh, In-ho knew him! Sure, it was that one guy, but it was still recognition! That means In-ho actually paid attention to him at some point…

"W-Well actually my mother owns it, but I do a lot of the managing now!" Gi-hun explained, twirling a stray curl of his hair. If you had said to Gi-hun yesterday that he would be having a full-blown conversation with the prince, he wouldn't have believed a single word.

"And what made you think it was a good idea to trespass?" In-ho sighed, shaking his head. He looked disappointed in a way, which absolutely crushed Gi-hun's heart. It was only their first real conversation, and he was already screwing it up.

"I… I really wanted to see the ball." And you. Was the part Gi-hun decided not to add? It'd be better In-ho didn't know that.

"You could've just asked; your pastries are delicious." In-ho laughed; his smile was infectious. Gi-hun wished he could stay in this moment forever; it was like he was finally getting something after his decades of yearning. But of course he knew not to push it; In-ho was most likely just being considerate. But it also made it so easy to love him.

Gi-hun mostly stuck to himself during the ball; after all, he didn't know any of the people there. But it was okay! He, to no one's surprise, was too distracted staring at In-ho to notice how weird he probably looked all alone. 

In-ho, on the other hand, was surrounded by women; Gi-hun couldn't blame them—In-ho looked heavenly. But he also looked uncomfortable, and Gi-hun couldn't just stand idly by…

So he might've made a rash decision. He rushed into the crowd, grabbed In-ho's hand, and ran deeper into the palace. He only stopped running when he was out of breath, which was pretty quick. Why were the palace halls so long? 

Turning back to look at In-ho, who was wide-eyed, staring at him like… well, he didn't know how to describe it.

"Sorry, it's just that you looked uncomfortable, and I just wanted to help… Again, I'm so sorry." Gi-hun bowed, as low as he could possibly go. Probably not the best idea for his back…

"Get up." In-ho chuckled, his hands coming to rest on Gi-hun's shoulders again. It's like the universe was trying to kill him. "You were right, and I appreciate what you did. I hate being crowded…" 

Gi-hun pulled himself up. "Right…!" 

The silence that came after was not short of tantalizing.

He should say something, right? He should probably say something. "Want me to make you some pastries?" It was definitely a stupid question; he already made pastries for the ball, so why would he make more? 

"Yes."

Well, never mind.

In-ho motioned for him to follow, and he did. In-ho led him to some sort of private kitchen; it was unlike anything he'd ever seen. What possible reason could you need such a fancy kitchen? But this is a palace…

"This place is stocked." Gi-hun commented, looking through the cabinets. This kitchen barely looked used; what's the need for all this?

"Ji-ae liked to cook, so I made her this space." 

Oh.

"Are you sure you want me to use it?" Gi-hun suddenly felt hesitant; he didn't want to disrespect her memory or anything like that.

"Be my guest." In-ho answered, leaning against the counter. "You wouldn't go back on your offer, right?"

"Of course not!" 

Gi-hun got straight to work; he decided he was going to make his famous pastry. The same one he happened to make for In-ho for his 7th birthday and then later honed to perfection, but In-ho most likely didn't remember that. It wasn't that crazy…

Once he was done, he plated it and presented it to the patiently waiting In-ho. Was someone tasting his work always so nerve-wracking? Who was he kidding? This was the Prince In-ho! Of course it was going to be nerve-wracking. 

"Sorry for the wait." Gi-hun apologized, watching In-ho take the pastry. It was surely weird to watch someone eat, but he couldn't help it. In-ho somehow looked captivating even when he was eating.

"This is good, and familiar." In-ho said, chewing slowly. Did he really remember what the pastry Gi-hun made 33 years ago tasted like? There's no way; it was bound to taste different.

"Thank you." Gi-hun blushed, which was completely normal! The man whom he loved longer than he remembered just complimented his baking; of course he would blush…

After In-ho finished eating the pastry, they returned to the ballroom, but it was different. Now In-ho was sticking with him! This really might be the best day of his life. But then again, he doesn't know if his heart could take all this interaction, especially with this close proximity. He wanted to hug In-ho so bad it hurt, maybe even cuddle up in his arms. But that would no doubt disgust In-ho. Why would he want a man like Gi-hun thirsting over him like a dog with no water?

"Gi-hun, can I call you that?" The way his name slipped off In-ho's tongue made his knees weak. Why did this man have to be so perfect?

"W-Well, you just did, so I don't see why not!" 

"And you can call me In-ho." In-ho offered, a smile gracing his lips. This had to be a dream, or maybe he was going to die tomorrow. All this was just too good to be true.

"Are you sure? Won't that be disrespectful…?" Gi-hun asked, a little uncertain about it. What if someone caught him addressing the prince in such an informal manner? They might have his head!

"No, it's fine if it's you." 

Was In-ho teasing him on purpose? He had to be! No way he didn't know what he was saying and what effect it'd have on someone like Gi-hun. But in In-ho's defense, you wouldn't expect a random guy you just met to have deep, deep feelings for you.

"Umm, okay." Gi-hun mumbled, shifting on his feet. He also might've forgotten how to breathe, but whatever.

"Go on, say my name." In-ho teased, leaning in closer. This had to be a trap; he knew what he was doing.

"In-ho." 

"Good." In-ho smirked and leaned back. "Come with me." 

Gi-hun was then dragged into another room, which looked to be the dining hall. Was the banquet part of the ball already here?

In-ho sat down in what Gi-hun assumed to be his seat; it wasn't hard to figure out with the stark difference of his chair from the others. But there was the chair next to him; it looked important as well.

"Sit." In-ho pulled him down into the seat next to him.

"Isn't this seat for someone important…?" Gi-hun whispered, now that the other guests had begun entering the dining hall. 

"Are you not?" In-ho spoke so innocently that Gi-hun almost wouldn't have noticed that teasing undertone, almost.

"You're insufferable…" Gi-hun grumbled, flicking In-ho's forehead before he could catch himself. He was feeling pretty high and mighty until he realized what he had just done. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it; hit me all you like."

"That's not funny!"

"I think it is."

Once the table was set, the banquet started. Chatter filled the room, mostly from the guests to each other. The women who were flocking around In-ho before stopped attempting to talk to him after they noticed that his focus was solely on Gi-hun.

Gi-hun's heart was already racing from all this attention from his long-term crush, but now it might be racing from all the food In-ho was trying to feed him. Don't get him wrong, the food was good, and he hadn't even eaten before coming here, but enough was enough.

"I'm full…" Gi-hun leaned back in his chair, clutching his full belly. All this food might have him set for breakfast tomorrow as well. 

"Want to go now?" In-ho was already rising from his seat.

"I actually have to go, like home…" 

It was getting late, and he wasn't even supposed to stay this long in the first place; his mother must be worried. His friends probably not so much.

"Oh. Okay, I'll see you out." The sad expression that plagued In-ho's face made Gi-hun's heart clench, but he really did have to go.

In-ho walked him out, ignoring the stares he got from the other guests. Gi-hun was still surprised with the attention he was getting, but he wasn't complaining.

In front of the palace, where all the royal carriages were waiting for their designated royals, In-ho came to a stop and turned towards him.

"Come back soon, okay? I'll miss you." In-ho grabbed Gi-hun's hand and placed a light kiss on the knuckle. "Take my carriage." He gestured to the approaching carriage.

"I…" Gi-hun genuinely couldn't find any words; his brain was already processing what In-ho said, but the kiss too? He might actually short-circuit. "O-Okay."

"Until next time."

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The next day Gi-hun arrived at his bakehouse to open up, despite his mind still reeling from yesterday. Prince In-ho's attention was definitely overwhelming, mostly because he'd already made himself accept that he would never have it.

He also did feel slightly bad for abandoning Sang-woo to manage the bakehouse all on his own, but he knows that Sang-woo handled it by the state the place was in. The bakehouse was tidy, with nothing out of place, so Gi-hun was happily able to assume that things did go smoothly without him. Plus Sang-woo had always been better at managing things than him anyway.

Gi-hun started his usual opening routine, finishing quicker than usual because of the happy pep in his step. He was still giddy from yesterday, but can you blame him? Who wouldn't still be tingly from being in contact with the person you've been crushing on for literal decades?

Being too lost in thought, again. He didn't notice Sang-woo entering, who thought it was a good idea to pop up behind him.

"Hyung."

Gi-hun let out an embarrassingly loud yelp, almost tumbling over the counter. "Don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry, what were you thinking about?" 

"Prince In-ho..." Gi-hun said languorously, his mind going back to yesterday. A day he would probably never forget. "You know when I made that delivery yesterday?" Sang-woo nodded. "Me and Prince In-ho ended up talking, like casually. I made him a pastry, and he totally flirted with me the rest of the night!"

"What did he exactly say…?" Sang-woo asked, sounding a little skeptical, and Gi-hun unfortunately couldn't even be offended. He was the type to exaggerate his interactions with In-ho sometimes… But this time was no joke!

"He said I could call him by his name because it was me, and he even let me sit in this seat. I'm pretty sure it was for, like, super important people, but he said I was important. Also when he was seeing me off, he kissed my hand!" Gi-hun squealed, feeling like some young schoolgirl.

"Really?" Sang-woo didn't sound convinced.

"It's unbelievable, right?" 

"Yea…"

The bakehouse was now bustling with energy, customers coming for their morning pastries and treats; it was a pretty calm day.

Until it wasn't.

Gi-hun noticed a whole crowd started to form at the entrance for God knows what. So being the good owner he was, he decided to check it out. 

Pushing past all the people, Gi-hun reached the entrance, trying to get a good look at what the whole crowd was about. He ended up standing there shocked; now he was starting to understand the crowd.

Outside his bakehouse was Prince In-ho, looking as beautiful as ever, but the question was why…

"Gi-hun!" In-ho's face lit up once he spotted Gi-hun in the crowd, rushing towards him. To Gi-hun's shock, In-ho pulled him into a tight hug. "I missed you."

Gi-hun was left speechless, as was the crowd. All he could do was grab In-ho's hand and pull him inside.

When they finally got through the crowd, Gi-hun seated In-ho at a table he would've wiped down until he could see his reflection if he knew In-ho was coming, but what could he do now?

Over behind the counter and honestly everywhere in the bakehouse, Gi-hun could feel all eyes on them, or maybe just In-ho. He could look at In-ho all day too, no complaints. 

"Uh, do you want anything?" 

In-ho smirked. "Are you an option?"

"I…" Gi-hun could feel his face heat up badly. 

"I'm joking." In-ho clarified over his own laughter. "Well, kind of. I want to take you out." Gi-hun could've sworn In-hos pupils got bigger. "Can I?"

"Well, I have to manage—"

"He can go!" Suddenly Ji-yeong was next to him, a smile plastered on her face. "We've got it here." 

"Oh, alright…" 

With that, In-ho stood up, grabbing Gi-hun's hand in his own. "Shall we?" 

Gi-hun gave a small nod.

Inside the In-hos carriage, Gi-hun sat on the left side. He thought In-ho would sit on the other side, but he didn't. He sat right next to him, his hand coming up to rest on Gi-hun's thigh. It left Gi-hun feeling paralyzed, making him believe if he moved, it might break the moment.

"You know I ended up with no bride yesterday." In-ho stated out of the blue, his eyes looking to gauge Gi-hun's reaction.

"Is that a bad thing…?"

In-ho hummed, his eyes leaving Gi-hun. "Maybe, my grandfather said I can't be king if I don't find myself a bride."

"Don't you want to be king?" Gi-hun tilted his head in confusion. He didn't think anyone would pass up the idea of being king.

"If it means marrying another woman, then no." In-ho scoffed, his face twisting into a grimace. Gi-hun could piece it together; In-ho didn't want to marry anyone who wasn't Ji-ae.

"So you just won't be king?" 

In-ho just shrugged.

The silence was beginning to feel awkward now. In-ho wasn't even looking at him anymore, but his hand was still on his thigh and moving. A good sign…? Gi-hun really hoped he didn't mess it all up on accident.

Gi-hun let out an involuntary sigh, immediately regretting it.

"Is something wrong?"

"I should be asking you that; you just went quiet…" Gi-hun mumbled, biting the inside of his cheek. In-ho only smiled in response.

In-ho suddenly leaned in, his breath ghosting Gi-hun's ear. "If you like my voice so much, you can just say that."

Gi-hun instinctively pushed him away, his blush slowly creeping back up his cheeks.

In-ho leaned in to the touch, nuzzling into the palm of his hand. "You're so warm." 

"Would you look at that! The carriage stopped!" Gi-hun abruptly stood, ready to get off. In-ho stood as well, stepping off the carriage and holding his hand out for Gi-hun to take. He did.

Once they were both on the ground, Gi-hun took a good look around at where they were. He'd actually delivered pastries here once; the town was near the edge of the kingdom, but it was a total hot spot for couples who had just gotten married.

"Should we walk first or get lunch?" In-ho asked, his hand finding Gi-hun's naturally. 

"Lunch—I forgot to eat breakfast." Gi-hun admitted. He was too distracted thinking about In-ho that he went straight to the bakehouse and totally forgot about eating breakfast.

"Should I start monitoring your meals?" 

"It was one time!" Gi-hun lied. It might've been more than once; he was too busy daydreaming about In-ho, and he would miss meals. Luckily he had Sang-woo to keep him in check.

In a small turn of events, the place In-ho took them to eat turned out to be the same place he delivered pastries to! The girl who owned the place really was the sweetest.

"Y-your highness!" Jun-hee, the owner of the cafe, bowed. "What a pleasant surprise." She glanced at the person by his side. "Gi-hun?!"

"Hi, Jun-hee."

"It's been a while!" Jun-hee pulled him in for a hug, which forced him to let go of In-ho's hand. "My little Ha-eun was born."

"Really?! I have to see her!" Gi-hun gushed. The last time he was here, Jun-hee was already close to her due date, but now the baby has been born!

Gi-hun then felt cold arms circling his waist and a chest flush against his back. "Can I see too?" In-hos' head rested on his shoulder.

"Why are you so cold!?" Gi-hun shivered. In-ho definitely didn't feel this cold the first time he hugged him. Actually, maybe he did.

"Because I didn't steal enough of your warmth." In-ho mumbled into his shoulder.

Jun-hee stared at the two wide-eyed. "You two are…"

"No!" Gi-hun interrupted. "We're just… uh, well, I don't know." It wasn't helping that In-ho stayed silent instead of clarifying what they were. Gi-hun didn't want to get ahead of himself.

"Let's just go see the baby; she's upstairs." 

Jun-hee led them outside to the back, where they took the stairs up to Jun-hee's place. Once they got inside, she brought them to the room in the corner, which roomed her and her baby. Inside the room was the crib Ha-eun was lying in and Hyun-ju, Jun-hee's best friend. She was probably there watching the baby while Jun-hee was working.

The moment Gi-hun saw Ha-eun, he could already feel the baby fever coming on. 

"Aw, she's adorable!" Gi-hun walked closer, peering into the crib. Ha-eun was awake and blinking up at him. "Hi, Ha-eun." Gi-hun reached his arms inside, looking at Jun-hee for permission before he picked her up.

"Go ahead."

Gi-hun lifted Ha-eun with practiced care. He had some experience with Eun-ji's daughter, Ga-yeong. She was like a daughter to him too, with how much time they spent together before, until the move. After that he never saw Ga-yeong again.

"Gi-hun." In-ho took a step towards him, concern etched on his face. "You're crying…" He reached out, his fingers brushing Gi-hun's cheek, right below his eye.

"Oh." Gi-hun let out a laugh that came out more shaky than he wanted it to. He couldn't even wipe his own tears because he was carrying Ha-eun.

"I'll hold her." In-ho offered, looking over at Jun-hee. "Can I?"

"O-of course!"

Gi-hun reluctantly gave Ha-eun up, not because he didn't trust In-ho, but just because Ha-eun was hard to give up. The hold babies have on people really needed to be studied.

"Careful…" Gi-hun hovered over In-ho, making sure he was holding her correctly.

"I got it." In-ho carefully supported her head, bringing Ha-eun to rest in his arms. "You're right, she is adorable." 

Ha-eun was surprisingly quiet for a baby getting held by a bunch of strangers; he remembered back when Ga-yeong was a baby that she would scream whenever anyone other than Eun-ji held her.

"You know… you guys look like a family." Jun-hee absentmindedly commented, making Gi-hun's turn beet red for the umpteenth time today.

"J-Jun-hee!" 

Gi-hun felt In-ho nudge his shoulder. "Huh?" He was then gently handed Ha-eun.

"Excuse me." In-ho quickly exited the room, leaving everyone confused by his sudden departure.

"I'm going to go check on him…" Gi-hun transferred Ha-eun to Jun-hee's arms, watching as Ha-eun immediately nuzzled into her chest, recognizing her mother.

"Alright."

Gi-hun left the room in search of In-ho; he checked all over the house, but he wasn't there. So he went looking outside; that's when he finally found In-ho in the alley of the cafe, far from sight.

"In-ho…?"

In-ho flinched, his hands flying up to desperately wipe something on his face.

"Are you okay?" Gi-hun took a step closer. "Were you crying?"

"No…" 

"Was it something I said…?" 

"No."

"So you were crying…" Gi-hun took one last step forward, coming back to face with In-ho. It wasn't very ideal. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No..." In-ho finally turned around, albeit his eyes wouldn't meet Gi-hun's. There were still a few stray tears rolling down In-ho's cheek, which Gi-hun wiped away. A little thing to return the favor.

"I'm here if you ever do need to talk, though." Gi-hun gave him a soft smile, turning back to Jun-hee's house. "We should get back, though."

"Okay."

After lunch, which was delicious. Jun-hee never disappointed. The two went on a walk around the village; Gi-hun did most of the talking, and In-ho just listened. Gi-hun supposed he could let it slide this time. There were a few glances, people trying to figure out if it was really the prince walking casually down the street or some crazy lookalike. But for the most part people minded their own business.

While walking, they ended up in a trading market where varieties of things were being sold. One stall seemed to catch In-ho's eye. Gi-hun followed his gaze to a jewelry stall, where the vendor was selling jewelry for unbelievable prices. How did he genuinely expect to sell anything?!

"I want to get something for you."

In-ho was already approaching the stall, pulling a pouch of coins out. He didn't even give Gi-hun a chance to protest.

"The gold bracelet." In-ho pointed at the golden accessory that was adorned with what Gi-hun could've sworn were diamonds.

"Are you sure you can aff—" The vendor stopped mid-sentence when he caught sight of who he was actually talking to. "Your Highness! Yes, of course!" He immediately scooped up the bracelet, holding it out to him. That was the biggest switch-up Gi-hun thought he'd see for a while.

"Thank you." In-ho took the bracelet, dropping a few gold coins on the table. "Keep the change."

In-ho walked back over to him, lightly grasping his wrist to put the golden bracelet on himself.

"It's pretty on you."

"I really can't accept this…" Gi-hun already felt bad for the fact In-ho paid for lunch; now this just added a way bigger debt to what he owed In-ho.

"Please do."

Gi-hun thought about it for a moment. He didn't want to let In-ho down by not accepting the bracelet, but it really was too much. 

"Alright, fine."

When In-ho had dropped him back off at the bakehouse, the sun was already setting, and Gi-hun still felt like he was on cloud nine. He basically twirled back inside the building.

"I assume it went well." Sang-woo sighed at Gi-hun's antics, which he should be used to by now! Plus, this was a normal reaction to a prince basically hitting on you all day!

"It did, and he asked me to dinner tomorrow!" Gi-hun brought them all into a group huddle. "I do need help, though. I want to buy a matching bracelet for him." Gi-hun held up his wrist to show off the bracelet. "But it's ridiculously expensive."

"We'll work hard! And in return you'll repay us tenfold when you two get married!" Ji-yeong joked, laughing at how fast Gi-hun's ears turned pink. She then placed her hand in the middle of them, hovering in the air.

"How can I say no to my boss?" Sae-beyok rolled her eyes, placing her hand on top of Ji-yeongs.

"Fine." Sang-woo added his hand to the stack. 

"You guys are the best!" Gi-hun placed his hand on the top, and Ji-yeong counted down from three before they threw their hand in the air.

"Mission Inhun is a go!" 

"Do not ever say that in front of him, Ji-yeong." 

"You old men never know what's hip." Ji-yeong shook her head in disapproval.