“I don’t know. I wouldn’t want you to sit on the floor and the desk isn’t that stable of comfortable.” He shrugged putting his phone down. Jag scooted in the chair making a little room. “Look you’ll fit.” He patted the space next to him.
“But...wouldn’t that be...inappropriate?” Minah responded meekly. In that moment she thought of her mother and how she would react had she seen her daughter do such a thing. Now that he’d offered her a space on the chair, she walked a bit more willingly towards the male now. “So, sunbaenim, what are you doing here at such an hour?”









