At the car, Han carefully sat Seungmin in the front seat, fastening the seat belt. As he leaned closer, Seungmin kissed him softly on the neck, making Han freeze for a moment. He gently pushed him back, making him sit properly, then got into the driver's seat and drove them home.
When the car pulled up to the mansion, the gates opened automatically. Han stepped out to help Seungmin, but before he could, a bodyguard hurried over.
"Young master, let me help you," the bodyguard said.
Han stepped aside as the guard lifted Seungmin out of the car and carried him upstairs. Once inside the bedroom, Han insisted, "I will take him in."
He placed Seungmin carefully on the bed, removed his shoes, and then sat near him. Watching Seungmin's sleeping face, Han couldn't help but smile softly. His hand moved gently through Seungmin's hair, slowly tracing down to his face. The room was quiet, almost too quiet—the calmness itself was loud.
Han leaned down, hesitating but ready to kiss him.
Suddenly, the door opened. Mrs. Hong walked in.
Startled, Han pulled back quickly and laughed nervously. "Ohh, I was checking if he is sleeping."
Seungmin stirred, opened his eyes halfway, and muttered to Mrs. Hong, "How many times do I have to tell you, knock before coming in…" Then he collapsed back into sleep.
Mrs. Hong bowed her head. "I'm sorry."
Han rushed to her, taking the tray from her hands. "No ma'am, don't do this. It's fine, don't apologize."
"How is Jisso doing?" Han asked, trying to change the subject.
"He is fine," Mrs. Hong replied softly.
"Does he come home to meet you?"
She sighed. "Rarely."
Han placed the tray on the side table. "Ma'am, would you mind if I do this?" he asked gently, offering to take care of Seungmin himself.
Mrs. Hong's expression turned serious. "Son, I'm sorry, but if I let you, Mr. Choi will get really angry." She took the towel back and began cleaning Seungmin's face herself.
Han's eyes welled up with unshed tears, though he forced a smile. "Okay then, I will leave."
Before he walked out, Mrs. Hong looked at him and said, "Son, eat before you leave."
Han chuckled lightly. "No ma'am, we were at a party. I'm already full. I'll eat next time." He gave her a small bow before stepping out.
But once outside, the smile disappeared. Sitting in his car, gripping the steering wheel tightly, he let out a heavy sigh. Why do I feel so bad? It's not like this is the first time.
Frustration boiled over. He slammed his fist against the wheel so hard that pain shot through his hand.
"Ahhh fuck!" he yelled.
A bodyguard rushed over. "Are you alright?"
Han quickly forced a polite smile, still rubbing his hand. "Yes, I'm good. I'm just leaving."
When the guard walked away, Han muttered angrily, "Why don't you also go and protect your young master so no one can come close to him? Stupid people… keeping him safe from me, as if I'm going to ripe him. I'm his man and don't even let me touch him."
Still grumbling, he started the car and drove away.
When he finally reached his own building, he spotted Chaewon walking towards the entrance, looking exhausted.
Han frowned. Why is he walking home so late? He waited at the gate, deciding to go inside together with him.