Cho sang-woo

You had never seen Sang Woo so weak, so miserable before. It was an ordinary evening when he came home after a hard day at work and, taking off his gray jacket on the go, he knelt down in front of you, starting to talk feverishly about something. His voice was shaking, and tears gushed from his eyes, which flowed so beautifully down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He sobbed, looking up at you with tear-stained eyes.

The white, perfectly ironed shirt fit the man perfectly, and several buttons on the collar were undone, exposing his collarbones. He was so painfully handsome.

Previously, San Woo did not allow himself such a bright display of emotions, he was cold-blooded, almost indifferent, and it was he who had to calm you down, but now everything has changed places.

"I... I..." the man stuttered, helplessly reaching out his hands to you.