Art Of Flirting.

Junseong sat on the edge of their bed, fully engaged in a video call. Nearby, Seongho stood casually, wearing a shirt that barely reached his thighs, the fabric slipping off his shoulders and leaving glimpses of skin exposed. His eyes were fixed on Junseong, and the intensity of his gaze made it difficult for Junseong to concentrate.

"…and the marketing strategy needs some revisions," Junseong continued, trying to keep his voice steady while his attention kept drifting toward Seongho.

As if on cue, Seongho's shirt slipped down a little further, revealing even more of his skin. Junseong's focus faltered, his words stumbling.

"Uh, I mean... the quarterly projections will… um…" he stuttered, quickly shaking his head to regain his composure.

Seongho's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he shifted a bit closer, his movements fluid and graceful.

"...yes, I understand. We'll discuss this further in the meeting," Junseong wrapped up the call, relief flooding through him as the screen went dark.

He let out a silent sigh, acutely aware of Seongho's proximity and the way it made his skin tingle.

Without another word, Junseong reached for a thick blanket and draped it around Seongho's shoulders, covering him protectively.

Seongho looked up, his eyes dancing with delight. "Feeling cold?"

Junseong maintained a neutral expression, though a hint of warmth crept into his tone. "You're cold."

Seongho settled deeper into the blanket that was wrapped snugly around him, a playful chuckle escaping his lips. "Not from lack of warmth," he teased, his eyes glinting with challenge.

Junseong's gaze lingered on him, steady and composed. **For now**, he thought, an internal battle of restraint simmering beneath his calm exterior.

"Honestly, you're wasting your efforts, Seongho," he replied, his expression unwavering in the face of Seongho's enticing allure.

The light in Seongho's eyes dimmed, disappointment flickering across his features. "You're impossible, Junseong," he huffed, the words punctuated by a dramatic sigh.

With a playful stomp of his foot, Seongho pouted, drawing out the frustration that danced just below the surface. "Damn it, Lee Junseong! You're so stubborn!"

Junseong raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk threatening to break his facade. "That's hardly news, Seongho."

With a frustrated curse muttered under his breath, Seongho's adorable exasperation was almost infectious. "Stupid, stubborn, heartless husband!"

Junseong's lips twitched in a barely contained smile, but he remained resolute, maintaining his composure as Seongho huffed and dramatically stormed out of the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

In the living room, Seongho flopped onto the couch beside Mangchi, the cat stretching languidly as she groomed herself.

"Ugh, Mangchi, he's so infuriating!" Seongho exclaimed, his voice rising in frustration as he confided in the indifferent feline. "I try everything, and he just won't budge!"

Mangchi blinked slowly, his disinterest clear.

Undeterred, Seongho continued, "I mean, what's wrong with him? Doesn't he see how charming I am?"

In response, Mangchi let out a soft meow before stretching again, unaffected by Seongho's plight.

Seongho laughed, shaking his head at his own frustration. "Right? I'm irresistible! But apparently not to him."

As he continued his impassioned rant, the cat gradually drifted off to sleep, purring softly beside him.

Seongho smiled wistfully, looking down at Mangchi. "Guess it's just you and me for now, Mangchi. Until I can finally conquer Junseong's heart."

Seongho's sulky pout deepened as he dramatically flopped onto the couch, arms sprawled out as though he were surrendering to the world's woes. "This is absolutely ridiculous! I'm the most charming person I know!" he declared to the empty room, his voice tinged with melodrama.

Mangchi, their fluffy feline companion, surveyed him with one lazy eye before promptly turning her back, uninterested in the theatrics unfolding before her.

With a huff, Seongho kicked his legs out, frustration bubbling within him. "Why doesn't he see my charm?" He tossed a pillow against the wall as if it were Junseong himself, the fabric thudding softly on impact.

"Stupid Junseong! He doesn't know what's good for him!" He declared defiantly, rising as if propelled by a newfound sense of purpose. "Fine! I'll just… take a bath! Alone! Just like always!" With that, he stormed off, leaving Mangchi to ponder what had just transpired—her thoughts likely far beyond their human antics.

Junseong emerged from the bedroom moments later, an amused smile gracing his lips. Leaning against the doorframe, he observed the remnants of Seongho's melodrama. "Mangchi, did you enjoy the show?" he asked, crouching to scratch behind her ears.

The cat purred appreciatively, nudging against his hand. Junseong chuckled softly to himself. "I think Seongho's going to need some time to cool off."

Settling on the couch, he absentmindedly stroked Mangchi's velvety fur. "Seongho really is quite the drama king, isn't he?" he whispered, a smile curving the corners of his mouth.

Moments later, the bathroom door swung open with an audible creak. Seongho emerged, his hair tousled and damp, a scowl plastered across his face. "I'm done!" he announced, though the irritation in his voice only accentuated the pout he wore.

Junseong raised an eyebrow playfully. "Done with what?"

"Everything. Life. You." Seongho flopped back onto the couch, dramatically covering his face with his arms, as if the very act of existence was too much to bear.

A smile tugged at the corners of Junseong's lips. "That's quite the list you've got there."

Seongho glared at him from behind his arms. "Don't laugh at me."

"I'm not!" Junseong protested, though amusement sparkled in his eyes.

Seongho's pout deepened. "You're enjoying this way too much."

Junseong shrugged, his playful grin widening. "Maybe just a little."

Seongho's cheeks flushed, a soft pink staining his skin. "You're the worst!"

With a lighthearted chuckle, Junseong reached out to scratch Mangchi, who began to meow in agreement as if sensing the humorous tension. Seongho's expression softened, the storm clouds of anger dissipating ever so slightly. "Fine. You win this round," he conceded, uncrossing his arms begrudgingly.

Junseong's smile grew, but he feigned innocence, leaning back in his seat. "I didn't know we were competing."

Seongho narrowed his eyes playfully. "Don't think this is over."

Junseong laughed, the sound echoing lightly in the cozy room. "I'm shaking in my boots."

Seongho's mischievous grin returned, lighting up his face. "Oh, it's far from over!"

That gleam in Seongho's eyes sent a thrill of anticipation through Junseong. He felt a slight tension build in the air, and a cautious curiosity bloomed within him. "What are you planning?" he asked, feeling wary yet excited.

Seongho leaned forward, his whisper low and conspiratorial. "Just thinking about my next move."

"Should I be worried?" Junseong asked, raising an eyebrow.

Seongho's laughter sent a tingle down Junseong's spine, a mix of apprehension and excitement. "Mangchi, protect me!" he joked, leaning instinctively away from Seongho.

In response, Mangchi stood up, stretching luxuriously before lounging back down, wholly uninterested in their antics.

Seongho seized the moment, pouncing toward Junseong with a playful gleam in his eye. "Too late! I've got you now!"

With Seongho so close, Junseong could feel the warmth of his breath, a rush of electricity sparking between them. "Seongho…" he warned, half-heartedly pushing him away. But the playful tone fell flat under the weight of the moment.

"Just giving you a hug!" Seongho insisted, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Junseong fought against the tide of emotions swirling within him. "Not falling for it," he declared, pushing Seongho back just enough to maintain a semblance of control.

The pout returned to Seongho's face, a dramatic shift that pulled at Junseong's heart. "Fine. Be that way," he huffed, rolling off the couch and trudging into the kitchen, simmering in his faux defeat.

Seongho began slamming cabinet doors in frustration. "Stupid hubby. Doesn't know what's good for him…"

The sound of clattering dishes filled the air, mingling with Seongho's grumbling. "Ungrateful, stubborn, cold, icy-hearted husband."

In a moment of distraction, Seongho accidentally brushed against the scorching hot pot on the stove. "AHHHHH!" he screamed, clutching his burned hand, his earlier frustrations forgotten as pain overtook him.

Junseong rushed into the kitchen, concern etched across his features. "Seongho! What happened?"

Seongho's face contorted in agony, the reality of pain sinking in. "Stupid pot… stupid Junseong… everything's against me!" he lamented, cradling his hand.

From her vantage point beneath the couch, Mangchi peeked out, startled by the sudden commotion.

"Here, let me see," Junseong said, swiftly turning off the stove. He gently took Seongho's wrist, examining the burn. "It looks bad… we need to cool it down."

"It hurts… so much…" Seongho admitted, tears brimming in his eyes.

Junseong's heart ached at the sight. "I've got you. Let's take care of it."

Together, they formed a cocoon of comfort amidst the unexpected chaos, reminding them both how quickly a moment could shift from playful banter to caring tenderness, forever entwining their fates.

Junseong's face softened at the sight of Seongho's wince, the gentle concern eclipsing the lighthearted bickering that usually filled their kitchen. "I'll get ice," he offered, his voice steady yet soothing.

As he fumbled through the freezer, Junseong focused intently on Seongho's burned hand, wrapped in fabric and cradled gently against his chest. When their skin brushed, a spark of warmth ignited between them—a different kind of heat than what Seongho was enduring. Yet, lost in his pain, Seongho remained oblivious to the undercurrent of tension.

"I'm never making coffee again," he sniffled, his tone a mix of frustration and sorrow.

Junseong returned, ice pack in hand, and a playful smile crept onto his lips. "I'll handle it from now on," he chimed, hoping to lighten the mood.

Seongho's gaze met his, an expression of gratitude flickering fleetingly in his eyes before the pain took hold again. Determined to appear unfazed, he shot Junseong a glare laden with mock hostility. "Don't think this means I'm forgiving you for earlier."

With a tranquil demeanor, Junseong responded, "I wasn't asking for forgiveness, you know."

Seongho winced, instinctively cradling his harmed hand. "Just get me ice. And coffee. Not that I need your help, mind you."

Junseong extended the ice pack toward him with a teasing flourish. "Here, your highness."

Seongho snatched it, hissing as the cold met his burn. "Don't laugh at me," he muttered, the words tinged with faux annoyance.

"I'm not," Junseong replied, keeping his tone even.

Seongho narrowed his eyes, suspicion drawing lines across his forehead. "You're totally enjoying this, aren't you?"

Junseong shrugged, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement. "Maybe just a little."

"Great. You're the worst hubby," Seongho retorted, his scowl tightening.

Junseong moved to the coffee machine, pouring a steaming cup. "And that's precisely what you love about me," he teased back.

Seongho's expression hardened playfully. "I don't love anything about you."

Junseong's grin only widened in response. "Save it for later, Seongho."

"Hmph." Seongho took the coffee gratefully, though he tried to mask his appreciation with a huff. "Thanks. Don't expect gratitude, though."

"Never do," Junseong chuckled, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, observing Seongho over the rim of his coffee cup.

As Seongho sipped, Junseong's gaze lingered, peeling back Seongho's layers of pretense, discernibly seeing through the facade of irritation.

"What's that look for?" Seongho narrowed his eyes, suspicion dancing in their depths.

"Just admiring your stubbornness, that's all," Junseong quipped, the words rolling off his tongue with ease.

Seongho snorted, his expression shifting slightly. "You mean stupidity, right?"

"That's not at all what I said," Junseong said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Despite his irritation, Seongho felt heat creep up his face. "Shut up," he mumbled, trying to maintain his gruff exterior.

Junseong, undeterred, pushed off the counter and closed the distance between them. "You know, for someone who's burned and "defeated," you're still pretty cute," he said, his voice low and teasing.

Seongho's eyes flashed as he stepped closer, their faces just inches apart. "I'm not defeated," he insisted, though doubts swirled within him.

"Oh, you're definitely defeated," Junseong whispered, the heat of his breath igniting something electric between them.

Seongho's mouth parted, words of protest dying on his tongue as Junseong's gaze held his, steady and unyielding. In that suspended moment, the kitchen faded into nothingness, the world around them dissolving until only the palpable tension remained.

Just as Seongho felt himself leaning closer, the sharp buzz of his phone shattered the silence, pulling them both back to reality. He reluctantly stepped back, frustration mingling with something else—something unspoken—and reached for his phone, the spark of their encounter lingering in the air like the fading warmth of sunlight at dusk.

Seongho cleared his throat, stepping back to create distance. "I… need to take this call."

Junseong nodded, his expression a mask of inscrutability as Seongho turned away.

"Don't think you're off the hook, Seongho," Junseong's voice called after him, a hint of playful challenge lacing his words.

Seongho's heart skipped a beat, the weight of their earlier tension still heavy in the air as he answered the call.

"Hey, Jihoon! What's up?" Seongho forced a cheerful tone, trying to shake off the lingering warmth from their earlier exchange.

The exuberant voice of Jihoon, the charming stranger they'd met at the resort, boomed through the speaker. "Seongho! Junseong! How's married life treating you two?"

Seongho glanced back at Junseong, who leaned casually against the counter, his eyes fixed on him with an unreadable expression.

"Nothing much, Jihoon. Just… domestic bliss," Seongho replied, rolling his eyes, though a smile tugged at his lips.

Jihoon chuckled heartily. "Well, I'm hosting a game night tomorrow, and I'd love for you both to come! Bring your A-game, Junseong. Seongho's been bragging about his skills."

Seongho hesitated, uncertainty creeping in as he considered whether Junseong would be on board.

Junseong raised an eyebrow. "Game night?"

Seongho shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Jihoon's idea. We met him at the resort, remember?"

Junseong nodded, his expression still unreadable.

"Hey, Junseong!" Jihoon shouted through the phone, his enthusiasm palpable. "You in?"

Junseong nodded again, a slight smile breaking through.

Seongho sighed, giving in. "Fine, we'll come."

As he hung up, Junseong's gaze shifted to him, curiosity evident. "You sure about this?"

Seongho grinned mischievously, a spark of excitement igniting within him. "Yeah. It'll be fun. A nice break from… us."

Junseong's eyes narrowed slightly. "Us?"

Seongho's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "You know what I mean."

Junseong's gaze lingered on him, his expression softening as if he understood more than he let on.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," he replied quietly, and Seongho's heart raced at the gentleness in his tone.

"Game night will be good for us," Seongho said, attempting to sound nonchalant, but the tension in the air was palpable.

Junseong nodded, his eyes still locked onto Seongho's, the unspoken words hanging between them like a delicate thread.

"Jihoon will text us the details. Let's plan for tomorrow at 6 PM," Seongho said, breaking the silence.

Junseong nodded again, the flicker of a smile still playing on his lips.

Just then, Mangchi, their beloved cat, sauntered into the kitchen, and Seongho scooped her up. "Mangchi's excited about game night, aren't you?" he said, cradling her against his chest.

Junseong smiled, his eyes crinkling with warmth, and for a brief moment, their earlier differences faded into the background, replaced by a shared sense of anticipation.

### Game Night

Six PM arrived, and Seongho fidgeted with excitement, his energy electric.

"Junseong, come on! We're going to be late!" Seongho called out, his impatience bubbling over.

Junseong emerged from their room, looking effortlessly handsome in his casual attire. "Relax, I'm ready," he said, grabbing his keys with a casual air.

As they arrived at Jihoon's place, the sounds of laughter and music spilled into the night, wrapping around them like a warm embrace.

"Welcome, welcome!" Jihoon exclaimed, his grin wide as he ushered them inside.

The evening unfolded in a whirlwind of board games, snacks, and easy banter. Seongho and Junseong teamed up for a heated game of Couples Pictionary, their competitive spirits igniting as they exchanged playful jabs.

Jihoon chuckled, watching them with amusement. "You two are adorable. More couples should fight like you."

As night fell and the last game wrapped up, Seongho turned to Jihoon, breaking the comfortable silence. "Thanks for tonight, Jihoon. It was a blast."

Jihoon beamed in response. "Anytime, guys! You're welcome back whenever you want."

As they stepped outside, the cool night air buzzed with unspoken words, and Seongho glanced at Junseong, wondering what the rest of the evening might hold for them.

### At Tahiti's Villa

Seongho and Junseong arrived at Tahiti's villa, Mangchi curled up contentedly in Seongho's arms.

Tahiti flung open the door, his face lighting up with a broad smile. "Hey, guys! Come on in."

Inside, a stunning woman with piercing green eyes and raven-black hair stood up, her presence commanding the room.

"Everyone, this is Rachel, my wife," Tahiti said proudly, his smile radiating warmth.

Seongho grinned, extending a hand. "Nice to meet you, Rachel! We've heard so much about you."

As Junseong and Seongho stepped further into the villa, Rachel's eyes widened in recognition. "Mr. Lee Junseong! I'm such a huge fan!" she exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

Junseong offered a polite smile, though a hint of surprise flickered across his face. "Nice to meet you, Rachel."

Seongho chuckled, nudging her gently. "Rachel, calm down. You're making him blush."

Rachel laughed, her enthusiasm infectious. "I'm sorry! I just… your business strategies are genius! I've studied your career."

Junseong's expression softened, a genuine smile breaking through. "Thank you, Rachel. That means a lot."

As they settled into the evening, the atmosphere buzzed with laughter and camaraderie, and Seongho couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps this night was just the beginning of something wonderful.

Rachel nodded, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "I truly admire how you've revolutionized the industry. Your philanthropic efforts are so inspiring."

Junseong's smile widened, warmth radiating from him. "Thank you for recognizing the importance of giving back. It means a lot."

Seongho leaned in, a teasing grin on his face. "Junseong's modest, but let's be real—his accomplishments are impressive."

Rachel turned to Seongho, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You're incredibly lucky to have a husband like him!"

Seongho's eyes sparkled with affection. "I really am."

In that moment, Junseong and Seongho exchanged a glance that spoke volumes—a silent connection filled with love and understanding.

Tahiti, ever the cheerful host, chimed in. "Let's catch up over dinner, shall we? Rachel, save the fangirling for later!"

Rachel laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Sorry! I promise I'll behave."

As they settled around the dinner table, Rachel's curiosity took center stage. She peppered Junseong with thoughtful questions about his business ventures, her genuine interest evident in every word.

Junseong responded graciously, clearly enjoying the conversation. Seongho watched with an amused smile, taking delight in Rachel's enthusiasm.

Tahiti grinned, nudging Junseong playfully. "Rachel's in awe, but she's genuinely nice because she's my wife."

Junseong nodded, appreciating the warmth of their gathering. "I truly value her admiration. It's refreshing."

The evening unfolded with lively exchanges, Rachel's initial fangirling transforming into a comfortable camaraderie. Junseong maintained his polite demeanor, his reserved smile inviting as he engaged with her.

Rachel laughed, her voice bright and melodic. "All good, I hope?"

Tahiti chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Only the best! So, what's new with you two?"

Seongho seized the moment, launching into animated stories of their recent escapades. Junseong listened intently, interjecting with witty remarks that drew laughter from the table.

Meanwhile, Mangchi, Seongho's beloved cat, nestled contentedly in his arms, purring softly, adding to the cozy atmosphere.

As dinner came to a close, Seongho began to help with the cleanup while Junseong settled onto the couch, his attention absorbed by the emails flooding his phone.

Seongho scrubbed the last dish with a bit more force than necessary, slamming it into the rack with a clatter.

Junseong remained oblivious, his focus unwavering.

Seongho's expression darkened slightly. "You're just relaxing while I do all the cleaning?"

Junseong looked up, startled by the sudden confrontation. "Oh, sorry. I—"

Seongho cut him off, a playful scowl on his face. "Hey, phone addict! Some help would've been nice!"

Junseong raised his hands in mock surrender. "Whoa, sorry! I got caught up in work."

Seongho's irritation began to melt away, curiosity taking its place. "What's so important?"

Junseong explained, his tone shifting to one of sincerity. "My assistant sent urgent emails that I needed to review."

Seongho's expression softened, understanding washing over him. "Ah, work stuff, huh?"

Junseong nodded, a hint of guilt creeping in. "Yeah, sorry about that."

Seongho pouted cutely, crossing his arms. "You should've told me. I wouldn't have been so annoyed."

Junseong stood, a sheepish smile breaking through his earlier tension. "I'm really sorry. Next time, I promise I'll help."

Seongho smiled, playfully shoving Junseong's shoulder. "Better."

Junseong chuckled, shaking his head in mock defeat. "I'm sorry once again, grumpy pants."

Seongho felt warmth creep into his cheeks as he blushed. "Shut up."

With laughter and lightness in the air, the evening continued, a testament to their love and the playful banter that colored their relationship.

Tahiti's curiosity sparked. "Junseong, what's going on with your assistant?"

Junseong leaned back on the couch. "I sent him back to Korea."

Rachel's eyes widened. "Why?"

Junseong shrugged. "Didn't want Seongho nagging me about working too much."

Seongho's face fell, offense written across his features.

"Hey!" Seongho protested, lips forming a pout. "I don't nag that much!"

Junseong raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Seongho's eyes flashed. "You're just trying to avoid work!"

Junseong smirked. "Avoid you nagging, maybe."

Seongho's face reddened. "That's it!"

He jumped up, chasing Junseong around the living room.

"Seongho, stop!" Junseong laughed.

Tahiti and Rachel intervened, trying to separate them.

"Hey, hey! Break it up!" Tahiti called.

Rachel giggled. "You two are something else!"

Seongho continued pursuing Junseong.

"You think I'm that annoying?" Seongho demanded.

Junseong dodged the couch. "Just a little!"

Seongho mock-glared. "I'll show you annoying!"

The chase continued until Seongho tackled Junseong onto the couch.

Junseong grasped Seongho's wrists. "Okay, okay! You're not annoying!"

Seongho's pout persisted. "Say it means something."

Junseong's expression softened. "It means I want to spend time with you without distractions,did you forget what we discussed?."

Seongho's face relaxed." No I didn't."

Tahiti and Rachel exhaled in relief.

"Finally," Tahiti said, "no more wrestling match."

Rachel chuckled. "You two are adorable."

Seongho smiled and Junseong just shrugged.

Their playful banter filled the room.

After some time, Junseong and Seongho became silent and Tahiti noticed their quietness. "What's up, guys?"

Seongho hesitated. "We're leaving next week."

Rachel's eyes widened. "Already?"

Junseong nodded. "Our schedules are calling."

Tahiti's face fell. "We'll miss you."

Seongho smiled wistfully. "We'll miss you too."

Rachel chimed in, "You guys have become family."

Junseong's expression softened. "You're our family here."

As they settled into the living room, Tahiti suddenly teared up.

Seongho rushed to hug him. "We'll be back before you know it."

Tahiti sniffled. "Promise?"

Junseong wrapped his arms around Tahiti and Seongho.

"We promise," Junseong and Seongho said in unison.

Rachel joined the group hug, tears welling up.

Seongho playfully whispered, "Don't cry, Tahiti. We'll video call."

Tahiti chuckled through tears. "Better be."

Junseong smiled. "We'll make sure."

As they held each other, the room filled with laughter and gentle sobs.

Their bond was strong, and distance wouldn't change that.

Rachel giggled disrupting the sentimental moment. "Tahiti's told me about your gaming night. You're quite the competitors."

Seongho chuckled. "Junseong's a sore loser."

Junseong raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Tahiti teased, "Seongho's just mad because Junseong beat him at Couples Pictionary."

The evening unfolded with laughter, jokes, and easy banter.

As night deepened, they lounged by the pool.

Seongho set Mangchi down to explore.

Rachel smiled. "You two are great cat parents."

Junseong smiled slightly, watching Mangchi chase a leaf.

Tahiti leaned into Rachel. "We're thinking of getting a furry friend too."

Seongho exclaimed, "Do it! Mangchi needs a playmate."

The night air vibrated with warmth and friendship.

Seongho grinned mischievously. "Tahiti, you're thinking of getting a pet? Better be prepared for cat-astrophes!"

Tahiti groaned. "Seongho, that was paw-ful."

Rachel chuckled. "I think we can handle it. We've got experience with fur-babies."

Junseong rolled his eyes. "You're encouraging him."

Seongho beamed. "Someone's got to keep the dad joke tradition alive!"

Tahiti playfully hit Seongho. "You're a menace."

Seongho pretended to be offended. "Hey, my jokes are claw-some!"

Mangchi, as if on cue, leapt onto Seongho's lap and started purring.

Rachel cooed. "Mangchi's approving of Seongho's jokes."

Junseong deadpanned. "Mangchi has no taste."

Seongho mock-offended. "Hey, Mangchi's got refined humor!"

Tahiti snickered. "Seongho's secretly a cat comedian."

Seongho stood up, Mangchi still in his arms. "I'll have you know, I'm a purr-fessional!"

Rachel giggled. "You're a cat-astrophe waiting to happen."

The night dissolved into a fit of laughter and playful banter.

As they chatted, Junseong occasionally interjected witty remarks.

Seongho teased. "Junseong's just mad because Mangchi loves me more."

Junseong raised an eyebrow. "Mangchi's just using you for food."

Seongho gasped. "Blasphemy! Mangchi loves me unconditionally."

Tahiti chuckled. "Seongho, you're delusional."

Rachel smiled. "It's adorable."

The evening wore on, filled with jokes, laughter, and warmth.

As they said their goodbyes, Seongho grinned.

"Thanks for the purr-ty, guys!"

Tahiti face-palmed. "Seongho, stop."

Junseong shook his head, smiling.

Rachel laughed. "We'll invite you to our next cat-astrophe."

Seongho beamed. "Can't wait!

As they strolled back to their villa, Tahiti's parting words echoed in Seongho's mind: "Don't forget, Seongho, no drinking!"

Seongho chuckled, his spirits high. "I won't, Tahiti!"

Junseong smiled, feeling the warmth of the evening. "Let's get some fresh air."

Once back at the villa, they decided to relax on the patio and enjoy the gentle evening breeze.

"I'll grab some juice," Seongho said, heading toward the kitchen.

Junseong settled into a comfortable lounge chair, taking a moment to soak in the serene surroundings.

A few moments later, Seongho returned with two glasses in hand. He handed one to Junseong, who took a sip, savoring the refreshing taste.

Seongho raised his glass. "To Tahiti and Rachel!" he declared, clinking his glass against Junseong's.

As they sipped, Junseong noticed a change in Seongho's expression.

"Junseong, what's this?" Seongho asked, eyeing the contents of his glass suspiciously.

Junseong glanced down. "I thought you grabbed juice."

Seongho's face fell as realization dawned on him. "It's wine!"

Junseong quickly reached for the glass, but Seongho had already downed half of it.

"Oh no!" Junseong laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

Seongho's eyes widened in surprise. "I didn't mean to!"

Junseong chuckled, unable to contain his amusement. "Tahiti's going to have a field day teasing you about this."

Seongho giggled, the sound bubbling up from deep within him. As the alcohol began to take effect, his laughter grew louder and more carefree.

"Whoa, easy there!" Junseong said, supporting Seongho as he swayed slightly.

Seongho wrapped his arms around Junseong, leaning in closer. "Junseong, you're so handsome!" he slurred, his words a bit jumbled but filled with sincerity.

Junseong beamed, feeling a swell of pride at the compliment, even if he heard it often from others. It always meant something special coming from Seongho.

Their night had taken an unexpected turn, and Junseong couldn't help but smile at the playful chaos that ensued.

Seongho, feeling the effects of the wine, made his way to the living room, flopping onto the couch with a groan. Junseong approached and gently helped him sit up. "Time for a bath, Seongho. You reek of alcohol."

Seongho giggled, swaying slightly. "You're always so mean to me, Junseong."

Junseong chuckled, shaking his head. "Someone has to keep you in line."

They reached the bathroom, and Seongho grasped the doorframe for support. "I got it from here," he slurred, attempting to steady himself.

Junseong nodded, a hint of concern in his eyes. "Okay, but be careful. I'll wait outside."

Seongho nodded, and Junseong stepped out, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the wall, listening intently for any signs of distress.

After a few moments, the door swung open, and Seongho emerged, fully dressed in his boxers, looking a bit wobbly.

"Ready for bed?" Junseong asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

Seongho nodded, stumbling slightly as he made his way toward the bedroom. Junseong gently guided him to the bed.

As Seongho face-planted onto the mattress, Junseong couldn't help but smile. "Sleep tight, Seongho."

Mangchi, their cat, curled up beside Seongho, purring softly as he settled in. Junseong tucked the blankets around them, ensuring they were cozy.

"Goodnight, you two," he whispered, feeling a wave of affection wash over him.

The room fell silent, filled only with Seongho's gentle snores. Junseong watched over them, his heart full.

Tomorrow would undoubtedly bring more laughter and perhaps a few headaches, but for now, he relished the peacefulness of the moment.