The Betrothal Disputes.

Morning light streamed through the curtains, gently waking Seongho from sleep. He blinked blearily, his gaze falling on Mangchi, his fluffy cat, nestled beside him. A sleepy smile crossed his face as he scooped the cat into his arms, rubbing its soft fur. Mangchi responded with a deep purr, nuzzling against him contentedly.

The sound of water running from the bathroom reminded him that Junseong was in the shower. Though the scene felt safe and familiar, a knot of anxious anticipation twisted in Seongho's stomach.

After a few moments, the shower stopped, and footsteps approached the bedroom. Seongho looked up just as Junseong emerged, dripping and clad in simple sweatpants, his hair tousled and still damp. Seongho couldn't help but grin at the sight—Junseong looked effortlessly hot.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Junseong said, his voice warm.

Seongho's cheeks flushed as he noticed his own messy hair. He diverted his attention back to Mangchi, but then, impulsively, he reached out. "Up!" he said, a playful demand.

Junseong chuckled, his heart swelling. He swept Seongho into his arms without hesitation. Seongho wrapped his legs around Junseong's waist, burying his face in the crook of his neck.

"Did you forget you're taking your medications today?" Junseong asked, teasingly concerned.

Seongho huffed, pulling back slightly, eyes wide. "But I took them yesterday! I don't want to take them today."

Junseong feigned an exaggerated scold, wagging a finger. "Well, guess what? You're taking them anyway!"

"Meanie!" Seongho mumbled, a playful pout forming.

Junseong pressed a gentle kiss to Seongho's forehead. "Let's make it easy. Just take them for me?"

Twenty minutes later, after a quick shower and some styling, Seongho found himself in Junseong's arms again as they prepared to face the day. As Junseong helped him into a soft sweater, he decided it was time to drop the news.

"So, we have an appointment today," he said, keeping his tone casual despite the weight of his words.

Seongho froze, his heart racing. "What kind of appointment?"

"A therapist. You're going," Junseong stated firmly, noticing the flicker of distress in Seongho's eyes.

"I'm not going!" Seongho protested, his voice firm but trembling.

Junseong tightened his grip around Seongho's waist, bringing them face to face. "Yes, you are. I talked about this with the adults. It's important for your health."

"H. . . Hubby," Seongho said, his voice shaking as tears threatened to spill.

"Look at me," Junseong urged, lifting Seongho's chin with a finger. "It'll be okay. I'll be right there with you. I promise it's going to help."

Tears brimmed in Seongho's eyes, but the reassurance in Junseong's gaze made him nod reluctantly. "Okay…"

"Good boy," Junseong said, his voice soothing. They shared a moment of silent understanding before Junseong lifted Seongho into his arms again. "Let's eat breakfast. We'll be on our way shortly."

As they made their way downstairs, Seongho felt a mix of nervousness and comfort. The moment they entered the kitchen, the rich aroma of breakfast enveloped them. Hyeri was bustling about, her laughter bright and infectious.

"Look who finally woke up! You're just in time for the best meal of the day!" Hyeri called, winking at Seongho.

Seongho managed a shy smile, which earned a radiant one from his mom. Mrs. Shin, his mother, was overseeing the chaos with a calm smile, her presence reassuring.

"Good morning, Seongho-ya," she greeted kindly, caressing his cheek. The warmth of that small gesture lifted his spirits.

As breakfast was served, they settled around the table. Hyeri wasted no time in trying to evoke smiles from Seongho, recalling funny stories. "You know, if you eat your vegetables, you'll be a mighty superhero!" she quipped, nudging him playfully.

Seongho offered a faint smile, still feeling overwhelmed.

Junseong, sitting beside him, couldn't resist. "You heard her! Open up, Mr. Superhero."

Seongho threw his hands up dramatically. "No way! I'm not eating those, hubby~!"

"Come on, just one bite!" Junseong encouraged, holding a spoonful toward him.

Seongho squeezed his eyes shut, turning his head away. "Not happening!" he whined, his pout deepening.

As Junseong continued to coax him, Seongho resisted with comical fervor, kicking his legs and throwing gentle tantrums. Hyeri and Mrs. Shin chuckled, reminded of similar scenes from Seongho's childhood.

"Stop being a baby, Seongho-ya!" Hyeri laughed, and Seongho couldn't help but giggle, eventually surrendering to Junseong's persistence. He opened his mouth with a resigned sigh.

"Fine," he said, mouth half-full, a hint of a smile breaking through his earlier doubts.

After breakfast, Junseong ensured Seongho took his medications, the morning routine settling into a comfortable rhythm. Seongho felt lighter and more supported, though the anxiety lingered.

As they rested for a short hour, silently reassuring each other, Seongho realized that despite the challenges ahead, he had one unwavering constant in his life—Junseong. Together, they would navigate whatever came next.

As Seongho and Junseong approached the hospital, Seongho felt a mix of anxiety and relief wash over him. The usually bustling corridors were eerily silent, a stark contrast to the chaos that often filled the space. He glanced up at Junseong, his expression a blend of confusion and curiosity.

"Why is it so empty?" Seongho asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as he tiptoed to match Junseong's height, their height difference adding a touch of cuteness to the moment.

Junseong smiled softly, ruffling Seongho's hair playfully. "I had the owner shut the hospital down for today," he said, his tone light yet serious. "It's just for your therapy, until your sessions are over."

Seongho's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? But what about the people who might need help?" He felt a wave of guilt wash over him, thinking of those who could be in need of medical care.

"I didn't want you to feel overwhelmed by people's stares," Junseong explained, his voice calm and reassuring. "And I definitely didn't want the media swarming us."

Seongho nodded, still feeling a twinge of guilt, but he appreciated Junseong's thoughtfulness. Hand in hand, they made their way to Dr. Joo's office, the quietness amplifying the sound of their footsteps.

Once inside, Dr. Joo greeted them warmly. "Hello, Seongho! It's good to finally meet you," she said, her smile inviting.

"Hi," Seongho replied shyly, his gaze darting around the room as he took in the calming colors and soft lighting.

"Alright, let's get started," Dr. Joo said, motioning for Junseong to step outside for a moment. "Mr Lee, could you wait outside, please?"

Seongho's heart raced at the thought of being alone. "No! I want him to stay," he protested, instinctively clinging to Junseong's arm.

Junseong looked down at him, his expression gentle. "I'll stay with you, little one," he reassured, and Dr. Joo nodded, her smile returning.

"Okay, let's begin then," Dr. Joo said, her tone professional yet warm. Seongho climbed onto Junseong's lap, burying his face in the crook of his neck, feeling the familiar comfort of his partner. He peeked at Dr. Joo through his lashes, anxiety bubbling within him.

"Take your time, Seongho," Dr. Joo encouraged gently. "You can share as much or as little as you want."

Seongho took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his emotions. "I was kidnapped…" he started, his voice trembling. "By Jaehyun. He's… he's my husband's enemy."

Dr. Joo nodded, her expression sympathetic. "I remember hearing about that. It was all over the news."

Seongho swallowed hard, the memories flooding back. "They hurt me. Physically and emotionally." He hesitated, then pointed to the bandages on his legs. "They used a metal pipe to hit me. It… it still hurts."

Dr. Joo's eyes softened with understanding as she listened intently. "That sounds incredibly painful, both physically and emotionally. How has this affected you since then?"

"I have nightmares," Seongho admitted, tears welling in his eyes. "I only feel calm when I'm with Junseongie . I don't want people touching me. Not even hugging."

Junseong rubbed soothing circles on Seongho's back, his heart aching for the pain his partner was enduring. "You're safe here, Seongho," he whispered softly, his voice filled with concern.

Dr. Joo nodded, maintaining eye contact with Seongho. "It's completely understandable to feel that way after such a traumatic experience. It's important to acknowledge your feelings and work through them."

As Seongho continued to share his experiences, he felt a mix of vulnerability and relief. "I just want to be okay again," he said, his voice breaking. "I don't want to feel scared anymore."

Dr. Joo offered a reassuring smile. "That's a valid desire, Seongho. Healing takes time, and it's okay to feel scared. We can work together to find ways to cope with these feelings."

Seongho nodded, feeling a sense of hope flicker within him. He glanced up at Junseong, who was listening intently, his expression a mixture of anger and protectiveness. The thought of revenge against those who had hurt Seongho simmered beneath the surface, but Junseong knew that now was not the time to act on those feelings.

As the session came to a close, Dr. Joo looked thoughtfully at Seongho. "I'd like to schedule another appointment. It's important that we continue to work through these feelings together."

Seongho nodded, feeling a sense of relief. "Okay, I'd like that," he replied quietly.

Dr. Joo then added, "I also think it's important to discuss medication options. They can help manage your anxiety and support your healing process."

Seongho glanced at Junseong, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "Medication?" he echoed, his voice hesitant.

"Yes," Dr. Joo confirmed. "It's not a solution for everything, but it can be an important part of your healing journey."

After finalizing their next appointment, Seongho felt a mix of exhaustion and comfort as they left the office. The emotional toll of the session had drained him, and as they walked towards the exit, he leaned against Junseong, his eyelids growing heavy.

As they exited the hospital, the cool air greeted them, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the building. Seongho leaned heavily against Junseong, his eyes fluttering as fatigue washed over him. He felt the emotional weight of the session pulling him down, and he could barely keep his eyes open.

"Mmm… Junseong…" Seongho mumbled sleepily under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper.

Junseong looked down at him, a soft smile spreading across his face. "You tired, little one?" he asked gently, brushing a thumb across Seongho's cheek.

Seongho nodded slightly, his eyelids drooping. "Sleepy…" he murmured, his voice trailing off as he leaned into Junseong's warmth, seeking comfort in his partner's presence.

"Alright, then," Junseong replied, his heart swelling with affection. "Go ahead and sleep. I've got you." He wrapped his arm securely around Seongho's shoulders, guiding him toward the car.

Once they reached the vehicle, Junseong gently opened the passenger door and helped Seongho inside. Seongho settled into the seat, exhaustion evident in the way his body melted into the cushions. Without hesitation, Junseong tucked a soft blanket around him, ensuring he was warm and comfortable.

As Junseong settled into the driver's seat, he glanced over at Seongho, who had fallen into a deep sleep, his head resting comfortably against the window. The soft hum of the engine and the gentle vibrations of the car lulled him further into a peaceful slumber.

However, within the depths of his dreams, Seongho began to stir. His brow furrowed slightly, and a soft whine escaped his lips, a sound so innocent and vulnerable that it tugged at Junseong's heartstrings.

"Hubby .…" Seongho mumbled in his sleep, his voice a delicate whisper, tinged with distress. He shifted slightly, his body curling inwards as if seeking comfort. The sight was both heartbreaking and endearing, and Junseong felt an overwhelming urge to protect him from whatever nightmares haunted him.

"Shh, it's okay, little one," Junseong murmured softly, reaching over to gently stroke Seongho's hair. The soothing motion seemed to calm him for a moment, but then Seongho whimpered again, a soft, pitiful sound that broke Junseong's heart.

"P. . . .Please don't hurt me…" Seongho whimpered, his voice trembling with fear even in his sleep. Junseong's heart ached as he listened to the words, the pain of Seongho's past echoing in his mind.

"Seongho-ya, I'm right here," Junseong whispered, his voice low and soothing. He leaned closer, brushing his thumb gently across Seongho's cheek, hoping to ease the distress swirling in his husband's dreams. "You're safe. I won't let anyone hurt you."

As if sensing Junseong's presence and assurance, Seongho's face relaxed slightly, though a small frown still lingered. He let out another soft whine, this one more of a plea, as he snuggled deeper into the blanket, seeking warmth and comfort.

Junseong couldn't help but smile at how cute and fragile Seongho looked, even in his distress. "You're so adorable, you know that?" he said softly, unable to resist the urge to tease, even in this vulnerable moment. "Just a little sleepyhead."

Seongho's eyes fluttered open for a brief moment, his expression dazed and confused. "Hubby?" he murmured, blinking up at him with a sleepy gaze, his voice still thick with sleep.

"I'm here," Junseong replied, his heart swelling at the sight of Seongho's disheveled hair and the way his lips curled into a sleepy smile. "Just rest a little. You were having a bad dream."

Seongho pouted adorably, his cheeks slightly flushed. "I was?" he asked, his voice a soft whimper, as if he were still half in dreamland.

"Yeah, but I'm right here. You're safe with me," Junseong reassured him, brushing his fingers through Seongho's hair once more. "You can always sleep again if you want to."

With a small, content sigh, Seongho nestled back against Junseong, his body relaxing as he let out a soft, satisfied whimper. "Okay…" he murmured, his voice trailing off as he succumbed to sleep again, his breathing evening out.

Junseong smiled softly, his heart full as he watched Seongho drift back into a peaceful slumber. He felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him, knowing that he would do everything in his power to help Seongho heal from the pain of hid trauma.

As they drove on, Junseong kept one hand on the wheel and the other gently resting on Seongho's knee, a silent promise to be there for him every step of the way. They would face the challenges ahead together, and no matter how dark the path seemed, Junseong was determined to bring light back into Seongho's life.

The drive home was quiet, the only sounds being the soft hum of the engine and Seongho's gentle breaths.

As he expertly navigated through the familiar streets, Junseong couldn't help but reflect on the day's events. The session with Dr. Joo had been emotionally charged, but he felt a glimmer of hope for Seongho's healing journey. It would take time, but he believed in Seongho's strength and resilience.

They finally arrived at the mansion, Junseong carefully parked the car and turned off the engine. He looked over at Seongho, who was still peacefully asleep, his face serene and relaxed.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Junseong whispered softly, leaning over to gently shake Seongho's shoulder. "We're home."

Seongho stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open to meet Junseong's warm gaze. "Mmm… home?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah, we're home," Junseong confirmed, his heart melting at the sight of Seongho's drowsy smile. "Let's get you inside so you can rest some more."

With a small nod, Seongho sat up a bit straighter, though his eyes still drooped heavily.Without hesitation, Junseong slipped his arms beneath Seongho and lifted him effortlessly into his embrace. Seongho instinctively curled into Junseong's chest, seeking the warmth and safety of his husband as they made their way to the front door.

As they entered the house, the familiarity of the environment welcomed them. Mrs. Shin, glanced up from her book she was reading earlier,in a warm smile breaking across her face at the sight of them.

"Welcome back, you two!" she exclaimed, her voice vibrant with joy. "I hope everything went well?"

"It went fine, thank you," Junseong replied, looking down at Seongho, who was still nestled comfortably against him. "But he's a bit tired."

Mrs. Shin's expression instantly shifted to one of concern. "Oh, poor thing! Let me get you both some water," she said, eager to make them comfortable. She hurried off, calling for one of the maids to fetch two glasses of water.

As they waited, Junseong carried Seongho further into the house, settling onto a plush sofa in the living room. He gently laid Seongho down, making sure he was comfortable before sitting beside him, still close enough to provide warmth and reassurance.

"Just relax; you're home now," Junseong said softly, brushing a strand of hair from Seongho's forehead.

"Thanks, Junseong," Seongho murmured, a sleepy smile forming on his lips. "You always know how to take care of me."

Moments later, Mrs. Shin returned, carrying a tray with two glasses of water. "Here you go, drink up!" she said, setting the tray down on the coffee table.

"Thank you, eomma," Seongho said, taking a glass as Junseong poured some for him.

As Seongho sipped his water, a thought crossed his mind, and he turned to his mother with a slightly furrowed brow. "Mom, where's Noona? I thought she would be here too."

Mrs. Shin smiled gently at her son, brushing her fingers affectionately through his hair. "She went back to Busan to get more clothes for the both of us. She'll be back later."

"Ah, okay," Seongho replied, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. He sighed softly, letting his gaze drift to Junseong, his expression earnest but tender. "Junnie... I'm craving ice cream."

Junseong chuckled lightly but quickly shook his head, adopting a more serious tone. "No ice cream for you," he said, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Why not?" Seongho asked, fiddling with the hem of his sweater, his lower lip jutting out in a small pout. "I really want ice cream…"

"Because," Junseong began, his brow furrowing in mock seriousness, "last night, you were shivering and sniffling. You've caught a cold, and ice cream isn't going to help that."

Seongho's eyes widened with playful innocence, still clinging to Junseong's arm for comfort. "But what if it's a special flavor? Pleaaaase?"

"Even a special flavor won't make the cold go away," Junseong replied gently, maintaining a playful yet firm tone. "Let's stick to warm tea and soup for now, okay? You need to get better."

Seongho nodded, the disappointment slowly fading as he leaned against Junseong, feeling safe in his presence. "Okay, fine. But I'm definitely holding you to that promise about ice cream later," he said, adding a hint of aegyo that made his mother smile as she continued reading her book.

Just then, a maid passed by, and without missing a beat, Junseong called her over, his tone suddenly sharp and commanding. "Hey! Get over here."

The maid approached, visibly nervous, her hands clasped tightly together. "Yes, sir?"

"Bring Seongho a cup of warm tea," Junseong ordered, his voice cold and curt. "And make sure it's not cold this time. I don't have all day to wait around."

Seongho's eyes widened in surprise, and he gently squeezed Junseong's arm. "Junnie, there's no need to be rude!" he protested softly, frowning at the way Junseong spoke to the maid.

Junseong rolled his eyes as if brushing off Seongho's concerns. "It's just how things get done around here," he replied, maintaining his icy demeanor. "I won't accept anything less than what I asked for."

The maid nodded, a little shaken, before hurrying away. Seongho shifted uncomfortably, crossing his arms. "You shouldn't talk to her like that! Be nice to the staffs!"

"It's about respect, Seongho," Junseong replied dismissively, casting a glance after the maid. "If they can't handle a little pressure, they don't belong here. They need to learn how to work efficiently."

Seongho huffed, his lips pursed in disapproval. "That's so mean, Junnie! You're a meanie hubby," he said, glaring at Junseong .

Junseong chuckled lightly but maintained a playful smirk. "You think I'm mean now? Just wait until I need something done quickly. Then you'll see the real me."

Seongho sighed, leaning against Junseong, the warmth between them mixing with the tension in the air. "I just want you to be nice to everyone. It makes me feel better too."

Junseong chuckled, his heart warming at Seongho's adorable scolding. "I promise I'm nice to you, though. That's what matters, right?"

"Hmm, I guess so," Seongho replied, his expression softening as he leaned closer to Junseong, relishing the warmth between them.

Mrs. Shin put a bookmark in her book and closed it, a soft thud echoing in the tense atmosphere. She looked at Junseong, her face composed but firm. "Son," she began, her voice steady, "Seongho is right. You shouldn't speak to the staffs like that. They work hard and deserve respect."

Junseong nodded, but his expression showed no sign of remorse. "I understand, Mom, but they need to do their jobs properly. If I don't hold them accountable, who will?"

Mrs. Shin frowned slightly, sensing his unsympathetic tone. "It's not about holding them accountable; it's about treating everyone with dignity. Remember, kindness doesn't make you weak—it shows strength of character."

Seongho nodded, grateful for his mother's support. He stole a glance at Junseong, hoping to see some hint of understanding, but Junseong only crossed his arms, the tension brewing in the room still palpable.

"Fine, I'll try to be nicer," Junseong finally muttered, still without enthusiasm. The words felt half-hearted, much to Seongho's dismay.

With that, Mrs. Shin picked up her book again, but the warmth of their earlier conversation had shifted. The weight of Junseong's stubbornness lingered in the air, and Seongho couldn't help but worry about how much more his husband all had to learn about compassion and respect.

Just then, Junseong's phone buzzed on the table beside them, pulling his attention away from Seongho. He picked it up, glancing at the screen as the message from his assistant, Min-ki, caught his eye.

"What's that, hubby?" Seongho asked, looking up curiously.

"It's just Min-ki updating me on some work stuff," Junseong replied, his brow furrowing slightly as he read through the message. "Nothing too urgent."

Seongho leaned in closer, peeking at the phone screen with interest. He wrapped his arms around Junseong's waist, grounding himself in the warmth of their connection. "Just don't let them stress you out—I want you focused on me today."

Junseong chuckled softly, his attention flickering back to Seongho's earnest expression. "Alright, I'll try my best. Just keep snuggling like this and I'll stay relaxed," he said, a playful smirk on his lips.

"Deal," Seongho replied, feeling the warmth spread between them as he nestled further into Junseong's side. For now, he felt safe and content, enjoying the moment and the quiet bond they shared.

Meanwhile,in the grand Lee family mansion in Busan exuded an air of tension crackled like a live wire. Mrs. Lee paced the floor of the living room, her anxiety palpable. Mr. Lee sat at the edge of the plush sofa, a picture of calm that belied the storm of thoughts racing through his mind.

The sudden chime of the doorbell broke the silence. "That must be them," Mrs. Lee said, steeling her resolve. She gestured for the maid to answer the door as the knot in her stomach tightened.

Moments later, the maid returned. "Madam, it's Ms. Ha Young and her parents."

"Let them in," Mrs. Lee said, her voice steady despite the unease churning within.

Ha Young entered with the Jeongs, her confident stride betraying an air of entitlement. "Mr. and Mrs. Lee," she began, her tone sugary and assertive, "we need to discuss a crucial matter regarding my future—specifically, my place beside Junseong."

"Ha Young," Mrs. Lee interjected, cutting her off. "This isn't appropriate. Junseong is married to Seongho. You need to respect that."

Ha Young smirked, a flash of defiance in her eyes. "Married? Really? You seriously think that decision was about love? I can't help but wonder—why on earth would you marry your son off to another man? Are you even sure Seongho satisfies him in the bedroom?"

Gasps filled the air, and Mrs. Lee's expression turned to one of fury, her face flushed with anger. "How dare you speak of our son like that!" she snapped, her voice trembling with rage.

Mr. Lee's jaw tightened, but he responded calmly, "This isn't about your jealousy, Ha Young. Junseong needed someone strong enough to handle his cold temperament. Seongho is that person and he's more than capable."

"Strong? Hardly," Ha Young scoffed, her gaze unyielding. "Junseong is a ruthless man, and he deserves someone equally formidable by his side. Someone who doesn't just fit an image but can truly challenge him."

"Seongho or whatever his name is,is too soft for him. He'll never bring out the best in Junseong . I'm the one who truly understands him ---I can match his ruthlessness .

Mr. Jeong, sensing the escalating tension, stepped forward. "Ha Young deserves to be with Junseong, and we will not allow anything to obstruct that. What you've created is a farce!"

Mr. Lee leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowed. "You think you can dictate who my son marries? You're delusional if you believe that this is merely about your desires."

Ha Young's laughter was sharp and filled with derision. "Aw, Mr. Lee, you really think you can pass off a union between Junseong and Seongho as legitimate? Just admit this marriage is as much about keeping your family's image intact as it is about anything else."

Mrs. Lee's voice shook with emotion. "Junseong deserves happiness! This is not some power play for business. We want him to have a fulfilling life with someone who can love him."

"Love? You think that can bloom in the way this marriage was arranged? With a man?" Ha Young's expression twisted into one of mocking pity. "He needs someone who understands him—someone who ignites fire, not one who simply conforms to expectations."

Mr. Lee's expression hardened. "Our choice stands because we believe Seongho is right for Junseong. You can try to twist this narrative, but in the end, we'll ensure our son's happiness."

Ha Young stood before the Lees, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. "So, I heard about Seongho's kidnapping," she began, her tone mocking. "Can you believe that? A grown man leeching off Junseong, behaving like a helpless baby who still wears diapers! It's downright embarrassing."

Mrs. Lee's face went crimson, her fists clenched tightly, barely holding back her fury. "You will not speak about my son-in-law like that!" she snapped, her voice shaking with anger.

But Ha Young pressed on, her confidence unwavering. "Let's get real—a man like that doesn't fit the standards of your family. A crybaby? Never! He's not worthy of the Lee name."

She stepped closer, her voice dripping with self-assurance. "But me? I have the perfect body, beauty, and strength. I'm compatible with Junseong in ways Seongho can never be. I can challenge him, push him to greatness—not cling to him like a child!"

The tension in the room crackled, and Mrs. Lee felt an urge to retaliate, but she bit her tongue, eyes blazing with indignation. The clash of ideals hung heavily in the air as Ha Young's words echoed, unapologetic and sharp.

Without warning, Mrs. Jeong stepped forward, her voice dripped with menace. "If we have to take this to court, we will! Our families have history, and we will not allow your choices to tarnish what is rightfully Ha Young's."

With palpable tension hanging in the air, Ha Young turned on her heel, addressing the Leens one last time. "You will regret underestimating me. I'll ensure everyone knows the truth."

As the Jeongs stormed out, the door slammed shut, leaving the Lee's frozen in the aftermath of the exchange. An uneasy silence filled the room, the weight of the confrontation palpable.

Mrs. Lee sank into a chair, her voice barely above a whisper. "What a disaster. What will they really do?"

"The stakes are getting higher," Mr. Lee replied, his tone grim. "If they truly try to pull Junseong into this, we can't allow them to manipulate him. We will protect our son."

As uncertainty loomed over their family, Mrs. Lee felt the crushing weight of responsibility settle on her shoulders. The battle between the two families had just begun, and it was clear that the Jeong's would stop at nothing to claim what they believed was theirs.

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The evening air was cool as Junseong stepped out of the dining room, the sounds of his in-laws laughter still echoing in his ears. He turned back to Mrs. Shin and Hyeri, who were gathering the dirty dishes together with the maids,warm smiles on their faces.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Shin. Goodnight, Hyeri," he said, struggling to keep his eyes open .

"Goodnight, Junseong," Mrs. Shin replied, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Take care of Seongho."

With a nod, Junseong waved them off, feeling the quiet settle around him once they were gone. He glanced over at Seongho, who was swaying slightly on his feet, his eyes heavy with fatigue.

"Come here," Junseong said softly, bending down to scoop Seongho into his arms. The younger man let out a small, sleepy giggle, instinctively wrapping his arms around Junseong's neck as he was lifted. Junseong smiled at the warmth radiating from him, the inviting weight of his body feeling just right.

As he carried him up the grand staircase of the mansion, Junseong felt an unexpected rush of affection swell within him. The elegant banister and soft glow of sconces lined the walls as they descended, each step accompanied by the gentle rhythm of Seongho's breathing against him.

When they reached their bedroom, Junseong gently laid Seongho down on the bed, tucking the covers around him like a protective cocoon. As he settled in beside him, Seongho instinctively turned toward him, snuggling closer, burying his face against Junseong's chest.

"Mmm… Junseongie," Seongho murmured drowsily, his voice barely above a whisper. "You shouldn't leave me…I know I'm weak… not strong like you. But please don't go for someone else…"

The words hung in the air, profound and poignant. Junseong felt an ache deep in his chest but couldn't find the right response. Instead, he began to softly pat Seongho's back, the rhythmic motion soothing both of them. Slowly, Seongho's breaths grew deeper and more even, surrendering to the comfort of sleep.

As Seongho drifted off, Junseong's thoughts began to swirl. He couldn't shake the weight of Seongho's words. Why did they make his heart clench like this? He looked down at Seongho, who was cuddled against him, clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping him grounded, as if he might vanish into thin air.

Had he started developing feelings for Seongho? The thought sent a rush of confusion through him. No, he was Lee Junseong. He had never been the one to fall in love; it simply wasn't in his nature. He might find Seongho cute, and perhaps a mild possessiveness had begun to stir within him, but that was only because Seongho was his husband—it was his duty to protect, love, and care for his partner.

With those thoughts swirling in his mind, Junseong's eyelids grew heavy. He allowed his head to rest against the pillow, drawing in a deep breath, feeling the warmth of Seongho beside him. He closed his eyes, letting the weight of the day wash over him, surrendering to the gentle lull of sleep, knowing that tomorrow would bring more moments to unravel, one way or another,not aware of the impending storm.