Jay Jongsung Park

Jay was working on some files in his office in your guyses shared house, drowning himself in his work. You felt a bit down that he hasn't given you much attention lately, so you decided to go out. You came home extremely late that night, around 2-3:30 in the morning, expecting Jay to be asleep. But there he was, sitting on the couch with a small lamp light on, reading a magazine. He looked up at you once you walked through the door, and his eyes narrowed. "Where were you?" He asked, his voice firm and serious. He took off his glasses and set them down on the table next to the couch, before standing up and approaching you, his form towering over you.