Inner Turmoil.

Junseong dialed Taesung's number, seeking a distraction.

"Hey, what's up?" Taesung answered.

"Not much. Just needed someone to talk to," Junseong replied.

"Everything okay? You sound off," Taesung asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just stressed," Junseong said.

"Stressed, huh? Must be Seongho-related," Taesung teased.

Junseong chuckled. "Maybe."

"So, have you finally sealed the deal with Seongho?" Taesung asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Junseong's expression darkened. "Taesung, shut up."

"Come on, Jun! Spill the beans! Have you finally made love to him?" Taesung probed.

Junseong's anger flared. "Taesung, that's none of your business!"

Taesung burst into laughter. "Oh man, you're totally hooked! I knew it!"

Junseong seethed. "You think this is funny? You have no idea what's going on."

"Okay, okay. Sorry. But seriously, what's got you so riled up?" Taesung asked.

Junseong's irritation boiled over. "You! Always assuming the worst! You think I'd just... just sleep with someone without caring?"

Taesung sobered. "Whoa, calm down. I was just joking."

Junseong's anger simmered. "Well, it's not funny."

"Sorry, Jun. I didn't mean to push your buttons," Taesung apologized.

Junseong sighed. "Just drop it."

"Consider it dropped. But seriously, Jun, you need to relax," Taesung said.

Junseong ended the call, still fuming.

Taesung's teasing had struck a nerve, and Junseong couldn't shake off the unease.

Junseong's phone rang again, Taesung's name flashing on the screen. He hesitated before answering.

"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier," Taesung said, his tone sincere. "I didn't mean to upset you."

Junseong sighed. "It's fine. Just drop it, okay?"

"Okay. But Jun, seriously, what's bothering you?" Taesung asked.

Junseong paused, unsure how to articulate his emotions.

"Never mind. We'll talk later," Taesung said.

Junseong ended the call, feeling unsettled.

Later that evening, Seongho arrived at the Villa after spending time with Tahiti, a concerned expression on his face.

"Hey, is everything okay? You seemed distant earlier," Seongho asked.

Junseong forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just stressed."

Seongho's eyes narrowed. "You're not very convincing."

Junseong shrugged. "Really, I'm fine."

Seongho's gaze lingered, searching for answers.

Seongho settled into the plush couch in the living room, his eyes fixed on Junseong's tense form. Soft lamp light cast a warm glow, illuminating the space.

"Hubby I'm not convinced,is everything okay?" Seongho asked, concern etched on his face. "You seem different today,you weren't like this when I left ?."

Junseong forced a weak smile, attempting to brush off his unease. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Just stressed about work."

Seongho's eyes narrowed, his gaze probing for answers. He patted the couch beside him. "Sit with me."

Junseong hesitated before sitting down, keeping a slight distance.

Seongho's eyes never left Junseong's face, searching for cracks in his facade. "You're not very convincing."

Junseong shrugged, avoiding Seongho's piercing gaze. "Really, I'm fine."

The silence hung heavy, filled with unspoken emotions. Seongho's presence enveloped Junseong, warm and comforting.

Junseong's thoughts drifted to Taesung's teasing, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He clutched his knees, unsure how to shake off the unease.

Seongho reached out, his hand covering Junseong's. "Hey hubby, I'm here if you need someone to talk to."

Junseong's gaze snapped to Seongho's, searching. For a moment, they just looked at each other...

Seongho's hand wrapped around Junseong's, warmth radiating from his touch.

Junseong's gaze lingered, but he didn't pull away. His thoughts swirled, memories of Taesung's teasing threatening to surface.

Seongho's voice softened. "You're safe with me, Lee Junseong."

Junseong's lips curled into a faint smile, but his eyes remained guarded.

Seongho squeezed his hand gently. "No pressure, okay? Just be."

The silence enveloped them, comfortable yet tense. Junseong's thoughts churned, unsure how to shake off the lingering emotions.

Seongho released Junseong's hand, settling back into the couch. "Want to watch a movie?"

Junseong nodded, grateful for the distraction.

As they browsed through channels, Junseong's unease gradually dissipated, replaced by Seongho's calming presence.

But the turmoil still simmered, hidden beneath the surface...

Seongho settled into the couch, expecting Junseong to join him. But Junseong stood up, creating distance.

"I'll grab some water," Junseong said, his tone casual.

Seongho nodded, observing Junseong's sudden retreat.

In the kitchen, Junseong took his time, collecting his thoughts. He couldn't shake off Taesung's teasing, and Seongho's concern only made him feel more uneasy.

Returning with water, Junseong handed Seongho a glass. "Here."

Seongho accepted, his eyes searching Junseong's face. "Thanks."

Junseong sat in the armchair opposite the couch, feigning interest in his phone.

Seongho sipped his water, sensing Junseong's emotional retreat. He didn't push, respecting Junseong's boundaries.

The silence stretched, with only occasional small talk breaking the quiet.

As the evening wore on, Junseong's distance remained, a subtle buffer between them.

Seongho's eyes lingered on Junseong, concern simmering beneath the surface...

Seongho leaned back into the couch, observing Junseong's distant demeanor. "Hubby, I've been thinking about trying out some new makeup techniques. Want to be my test subject?"

Junseong raised an eyebrow, slightly intrigued. "What kind of techniques?"

Seongho's eyes sparkled. "Some bold eye shadow looks. I want to update my portfolio."

Junseong shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Sure, I guess."

Seongho grinned. "Great! I'll grab my kit."

As Seongho rummaged through his makeup bag, Junseong's thoughts drifted back to Taesung's teasing. He pushed the memories away, focusing on Seongho's chatter.

"Okay, what's the theme?" Junseong asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Seongho's hands moved deftly, expertly applying shades. "Glamorous evening look. You'll be my model."

Junseong's cheeks flushed, but he remained still, enjoying Seongho's skilled touch.

As the makeup session progressed, Junseong's tension eased, replaced by Seongho's soothing presence...

Seongho's fingers danced across Junseong's face, expertly blending colors. "Close your eyes."

Junseong obeyed, relaxation seeping in.

"You know, I've been thinking," Seongho said, his voice gentle. "We should do a photoshoot together soon."

Junseong's eyes snapped open. "What?"

Seongho chuckled. "Just for fun. You'd be a great model."

Junseong shook his head, laughing. "No way."

Seongho's grin persisted. "Come on, it'll be fun! I promise."

Junseong's hesitation wavered, Seongho's enthusiasm infectious.

"Maybe," Junseong conceded, smiling.

Seongho beamed. "That's yes enough for me!"

As Seongho finished the makeup look, Junseong gazed into the mirror, astonished.

"Wow, Seongho, you're amazing.I never knew you were this talented"

Seongho smiled, satisfied. "You're a natural canvas yourself, hubby."

Their eyes met, Junseong's heart skipping a bit.

Just as Junseong and Seongho's eyes locked, the door burst open. Mangchi, Seongho's mischievous cat, sauntered in, tail twitching.

Seongho groaned. "Mangchi, timing!"

Mangchi jumped onto the coffee table, sending makeup brushes scattering. Junseong laughed, tension broken.

Seongho chased Mangchi, scooping up the cat. "Sorry about this!"

Junseong grinned. "It's okay. I think Mangchi's jealous of my makeup."

Seongho playfully scolded Mangchi. "You're ruining the mood, kitty!"

As Seongho corralled Mangchi out of the room, Junseong's smile lingered, but the intimate moment had passed...

With Mangchi banished to another room, Seongho returned, laughing. "Sorry about that. Where were we?"

Junseong shrugged, his expression neutral. "Just admiring your handiwork."

Seongho smiled, eyes crinkling. "Thanks. You're a great canvas."

Their gazes met, the tension rebuilt. But Junseong quickly looked away, feigning interest in his phone.

Seongho's expression softened, sensing Junseong's retreat. "Hey, want some music?"

Junseong nodded, grateful for the distraction.

As Seongho put on some soft instrumental music, Junseong's thoughts drifted. Why did he pull away? Was it Taesung's teasing or something more?

Seongho settled beside him, close but respectful. They sat in comfortable silence, the music filling the space.

Suddenly, Junseong's phone buzzed. Taesung's name flashed on the screen.

Junseong's heart sank. What now?

Junseong hesitated, then silenced the phone, avoiding Seongho's curious gaze.

Seongho didn't press, lost in the soothing melody.

But Junseong's mind raced. Taesung's timing was impeccable. Why now?

The music shifted to a softer tune, and Seongho leaned back, eyes closing.

Junseong watched, transfixed. Seongho's peaceful expression stirred unfamiliar emotions.

As the song ended, Seongho opened his eyes, catching Junseong's gaze.

Junseong quickly looked away, heart racing.

Seongho sat up, his voice low. "You okay? You seem distracted."

Junseong shrugged, noncommittal. "Just tired."

Seongho nodded, accepting the explanation.

The silence returned, but Junseong's thoughts swirled, Taesung's message still looming.

Some minutes later,Minseong's face illuminated Seongho's screen, a mischievous grin spreading across his features. "Hey, Seongho! What's the haps, my brother-in-law?"

Seongho smiled warmly, settling into the couch beside Junseong. "Just enjoying some downtime with your brother. How's life treating you and how's Seoul?"

Minseong chuckled. "Life's good, but I'm living vicariously through you. How's Junseong's social skills holding up?"

Junseong rolled his eyes, shaking his head in amusement.

Seongho laughed. "He's been surprisingly tolerable."

Minseong's eyes sparkled. "That's high praise, Seongho! Junseong, you must be growing on him."

Junseong playfully shoved Seongho, his face flushing.

Seongho teasingly wrapped an arm around Junseong's shoulders. "Hey, watch it. Your brother's been a perfect gentleman."

Minseong snorted. "Gentleman? Junseong? That's a first."

Junseong shot back, "Minseong, stop."

Seongho intervened, his voice laced with humor. "Minseong, don't tease. We're having a pleasant evening."

Minseong continued, undeterred. "Pleasant? That sounds suspiciously like romance. Seongho, are you stealing my brother's heart?"

Junseong's face turned bright red as Seongho chuckled.

"Minseong, focus," Seongho said, his eyes crinkling. "We're just enjoying each other's company."

Minseong's grin persisted. "Enjoying each other's company? That's code for 'we're hiding something.' Spill the beans, Seongho."

Junseong shook his head, laughing.

Seongho smiled warmly. "There's nothing to spill, Minseong. Just chilling and relaxing."

Minseong's expression turned mock-serious. "Seongho, protect my brother's fragile heart. He's sensitive."

Junseong threw a pillow at the screen.

"Lee Junseong,do you want the break my phone,you might be a billionaire but I'm not so let me manage it in peace."

Seongho then refocused his attention on Minseong and laughed. "I think I can handle that."

As they chatted, Junseong's embarrassment turned to amusement, Seongho's warm smile putting him at ease.

Minseong wrapped up the call. "Later, guys! Keep it romantic – or not, I won't judge."

Junseong face-palmed, laughing.

Seongho chuckled, eyes sparkling. "I think we survived that."

As the call ended, Junseong turned to Seongho, shaking his head. "Sorry about that. Minseong can be...much."

Seongho grinned. "I love your brother's energy. He's always making me laugh."

Junseong smiled, relieved. "Yeah, he's a handful."

Seongho's expression softened. "I think he just wants you to be happy."

Junseong's gaze met Seongho's, warmth spreading through his chest.

Seongho continued, "You two are close, aren't you?"

Junseong nodded. "Minseong's always looked out for me even though I'm his hyung."

Seongho's eyes sparkled. "That's sweet."

As they chatted, the atmosphere shifted, becoming more intimate.

Junseong's thoughts drifted to Taesung's message, still unseen.

Seongho noticed Junseong's distraction. "Hey, everything okay?"

Junseong hesitated, unsure how much to share.

Junseong shook his head, dismissing his thoughts. "Yeah, everything's fine."

Seongho's gaze lingered, sensing Junseong's unease.

Junseong quickly changed the subject. "Want to watch a movie?"

Seongho nodded, letting the topic drop. "What's the movie?"

Junseong grinned mischievously. "Something Minseong would approve of – action-packed and ridiculous."

Seongho chuckled. "Sounds perfect."

As they settled in, Junseong's phone remained silent, Taesung's message still unread.

The movie's explosive opening scene captured their attention, Junseong's tension temporarily forgotten.

But Seongho's occasional glances hinted he hadn't forgotten Junseong's earlier distraction.

As the credits rolled, Seongho turned to Junseong. "Want another?"

Junseong nodded, enjoying Seongho's company.

The night wore on, filled with laughter and easy conversation but Junseong's unease lingered, hidden beneath the surface.

Junseong and Seongho settled into their villa's living room, Mangchi curling up beside them.

"Thanks for tonight,"Junseong said, smiling.

Seongho smiled back. "No problem, husband."

Seongho's eyes crinkled. "You're always welcome to relax with me."

Junseong's heart fluttered, but he looked away, unsure what to say.

The silence was comfortable, Mangchi's gentle purrs filling the room.

As the night deepened, Junseong stood. "I'm going to bed. You?"

Seongho nodded. "Soon. Goodnight, Junseong."

"Goodnight, Seongho," Junseong replied, heading upstairs.

Their villa grew quiet, the evening's warmth lingering.

Seongho smiled at his hubby's retreating figure but couldn't help wonder what made him so worked up earlier.

Here's the revised ending scene:

Seongho smiled to himself, feeling grateful for the peaceful evening. He turned off the lights, and the soft glow of the moon illuminated the room.

He walked upstairs, his footsteps quiet on the stairs. Entering their bedroom, he saw Junseong already asleep, Mangchi snuggled beside him.

Seongho slipped into bed, gently laying down beside Mangchi. "Goodnight, hubby, Mangchi," he whispered.

Junseong stirred, smiling softly. "Goodnight, Seongho."

Together, they drifted off to sleep, the night's tranquility enveloping them.