Price of Sucess.

The tension in the boardroom was palpable, a silent storm brewing beneath the veneer of professionalism. Junseong, seated at the head of the table, was a granite fortress of composure, his eyes, usually calm and calculating, now shadowed with weariness and a simmering rage. The weight of the embezzlement case pressed down on him, a physical burden that threatened to crush him.

He had spent the night wrestling with the betrayal, the realization that Jae-Hyun Kim, a man he had considered a friend, had betrayed his trust, his family, and the very foundation of their company. The financial losses were significant, but the emotional toll was far greater. It was a wound that cut deep, exposing a vulnerability he had always kept hidden.

He glanced around the table, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the board members, each one a mask, a tapestry of emotions woven with self-interest and ambition. He could sense their curiosity, their apprehension, their hunger for a piece of the drama unfolding before them.

"Gentlemen," Junseong began, his voice a low rumble, a controlled tremor running through his words. "We have a serious issue to address. As you know, there has been a significant financial irregularity within our company."

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. He then proceeded to outline the evidence, his voice unwavering, his gaze sweeping across the faces before him. He spoke of the missing funds, the forged documents, the intricate web of deceit that Jae-Hyun Kim had woven.

The board members, seasoned players in the game of corporate power, listened intently, their expressions shifting from shock to skepticism. Mr.Han, a veteran of countless boardroom battles, leaned forward, his voice laced with disapproval.

"This is a grave matter, Junseong," he said, his words dripping with concern, though his eyes held a glint of opportunistic excitement. "This kind of betrayal can erode the trust of our investors, damage our reputation, and ultimately threaten the very foundation of our company."

"I understand, Mr. Han," Junseong replied, his voice a steady counterpoint to the storm brewing within him. "That's why I'm taking immediate action. We will be pursuing legal action against Mr. Kim, and we will be implementing stricter internal controls to prevent such incidents from happening again."

He paused again, his gaze fixed on the board members, each one a potential ally or adversary. He knew he had to be decisive, to project an image of strength and resolve, even as his own heart felt like it was fracturing.

As Junseong laid out his plan, a figure in the back of the room shifted, his face hidden in the shadows. It was Park Jin-Woo, the CEO of a rival company, a man known for his ruthless ambition and cutthroat tactics. He had been a thorn in Junseong's side for years, constantly vying for market share and influence.

Junseong knew that Jin-Woo would be watching, waiting for any sign of weakness, any opportunity to exploit the situation to his advantage. He had a reputation for swooping in on struggling companies, acquiring them at a fraction of their worth, and dismantling them for parts.

Jin-Woo, a predator sensing vulnerability, stepped forward, his voice smooth as silk, a honeyed trap for the unwary. "Junseong," he said, his smile wide and predatory, "I understand your predicament. This is a difficult situation, but I believe we can help. My company has a strong track record in asset recovery, and we're confident we can recoup the lost funds."

Junseong's eyes narrowed, his gaze locking onto Jin-Woo, a silent battle of wills commencing. He had seen Jin-Woo's predatory nature firsthand, knew that his offer was laced with hidden motives.

"Thank you for your offer, Jin-Woo," Junseong said, his voice cool and controlled, a wall of ice against the heat of Jin-Woo's ambition. "But I assure you, we have the resources and the expertise to handle this ourselves."

Jin-Woo's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. "Of course, Junseong. I understand. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me."

The air crackled with tension, the silence in the room a tangible entity, a witness to the power play unfolding before them. The board members, caught in the crossfire, shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their eyes darting between the two men, their own ambitions and fears swirling within them.

Junseong, his gaze unwavering, met Jin-Woo's challenge head-on. "I appreciate your concern, Jin-Woo," he said, his voice a low growl, "but I assure you, I will not be allowing anyone to exploit this situation. We will handle this ourselves, and we will emerge from this stronger than ever before."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the board members, his eyes searching for any sign of doubt, any flicker of hesitation. The silence stretched, a tense, almost unbearable waiting game.

The board members, sensing a shift in the dynamics of the meeting, began to murmur amongst themselves. Some looked to Junseong with a renewed sense of respect, while others, their eyes flickering with greed, seemed to be weighing their options. The room was a microcosm of the corporate world, a battleground where loyalty, ambition, and betrayal intertwined.

Junseong, however, remained steadfast. He knew that this was not just a business meeting; it was a battle for control, a fight for the future of his company and his family's legacy. He had to navigate this treacherous path with a clear head and an unwavering resolve.

"I propose," he said, his voice firm and confident, "that we form a special task force to investigate this matter thoroughly. We will leave no stone unturned in uncovering the truth and ensuring that justice is served."

His words were met with a chorus of nods and murmurs of agreement. The board members, sensing his strength and determination, seemed to rally behind him. The air in the room, though still charged with tension, felt lighter, as if a collective sigh of relief had swept through the room.

Junseong, feeling a surge of confidence, knew that he had taken the first step towards regaining control. The battle was far from over, but he was ready to fight. He would not allow betrayal to cripple his company, and he would not allow his rivals to exploit his vulnerability.

The meeting adjourned, but the echoes of the drama lingered in the air. Junseong, his mind already racing with plans, knew that the real battle had just begun. He would face the challenge head-on, with unwavering determination and a fierce sense of loyalty to his family's legacy.

The sleek black car pulled up to the imposing glass facade of the company building, and Seongho stepped out, his presence instantly commanding attention. He bowed respectfully to the driver, a gesture that spoke volumes about his upbringing and manners. With a confident stride, he headed straight towards the building, his sharp features and captivating aura drawing eyes from every corner of the street.

As he entered the lobby, the air crackled with anticipation. Heads turned, conversations hushed, and whispers of admiration followed him like a silent symphony. He looked like a model straight off a runway, effortlessly exuding charisma that captivated everyone in the room. Even the envious glances he received couldn't mask the truth: he was undeniably stunning. His sharp features and confident demeanor made it impossible for anyone to look away, and whispers of admiration rippled through the crowd.

"Did you see him? He looks like he just stepped out of a fashion magazine," one employee murmured, eyes wide with awe. Another chimed in, "He's pretty as fuck! And that triangular tattoo on his neck? It's both cute and sexy!" The tattoo, a delicate design that peeked out from under his collar, only added to his allure, sparking further intrigue and admiration.

The office buzzed with whispers, fueled by the recent spectacle of Junseong and Seongho's wedding. It had been an event for the ages, a lavish affair that spared no expense. The ceremony, held in a grand ballroom adorned with breathtaking floral arrangements, had been streamed live on television, captivating audiences around the globe.

"Did you see the wedding? It was absolutely insane!" one employee exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of awe and envy. "Mr.Lee spared no expense. It was like something out of a fairytale!"

"I heard it was streamed live on TV," another chimed in, her eyes wide with excitement. "People all over the world were watching! It was like a royal wedding!"

However, amidst the admiration and awe, whispers of disapproval began to surface. Some employees, unable to reconcile the image of the powerful and influential Junseong with the seemingly carefree Seongho, couldn't help but voice their opinions.

"Seongho doesn't deserve Junseong," one employee muttered, her voice laced with disdain. "They're from completely different worlds. Junseong is a titan of industry, and Seongho is just like a…a high school kid."

"He's so young and naive," another agreed, shaking her head. "He's going to get eaten alive in this world."

A few employees, their envy bordering on possessiveness, went even further. "I wish I could just put him in my pocket and keep him away from all this," one employee sighed, her voice tinged with longing. "He's too good for this world."

"Don't even think about it," another employee warned, her tone sharp. "Junseong-nim is naturally possessive. He wouldn't take it easy on anyone who even looked at his husband the wrong way. You should know that by now."

The office, once a place of shared dreams and aspirations, had become a breeding ground for gossip and speculation. The wedding, a celebration of love and commitment, had inadvertently sparked a wave of envy and judgment. The contrast between Junseong's world of power and influence and Seongho's seemingly carefree existence had fueled the gossip mill, leaving everyone wondering what the future held for this unlikely couple, however wever, amidst the admiration and the dreams of fairy-tale endings, there were those who couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. They exchanged glances, some rolling their eyes at the spectacle, while others secretly wished for a chance to be in Seongho's spotlight.

As the gossip continued to swirl around the office, the atmosphere suddenly shifted when Min-ki emerged from his office. The moment he stepped into the open space, a hush fell over the employees, their curiosity piqued. Min-ki had been informed by security that Mr. Lee's husband had arrived, and a sense of anticipation filled the air.

Min-ki approached Seongho, bowing respectfully. "Mr. Seongho, it's a pleasure to see you," he said, the formality in his tone echoing the respect everyone had for Junseong. Seongho, slightly taken aback by the gesture, instinctively bowed back. The unease washed over him; he felt awkward being treated with such reverence, especially since Min-ki was older and more experienced. Yet, he reminded himself that he was married to Lee Junseong, a man who commanded respect and fear in equal measure.

"Thank you, Min-ku hyung, but there's no need for formalities" Seongho replied, trying to shake off the discomfort.

Min-ki then offered, "Allow me to take you to Junseong's cabin on the private floor." Seongho nodded, grateful for the guidance, and trailed after Min-ki like a lost puppy. The two made their way through the office, and as they walked, Seongho couldn't help but notice the curious glances and whispers that resumed as soon as they left.

The gossip reignited, filled with speculation about his relationship with Junseong and the stark differences between them. "Did you see how Min-ki bowed to him?" one employee whispered. "What does he have that we don't? He's just so… ordinary."

"Honestly, I don't get how someone like Junseong picked him," another chimed in, shaking her head. "They seem worlds apart."

But as the whispers faded into the background, Seongho remained focused on his path, excited to see Junseong. He brushed off the gossip, reminding himself that what mattered most was the love and connection he shared with his husband, regardless of what others thought.

The door to Junseong's cabin clicked shut, sealing them off from the world outside. Min-ki, with a knowing smile, excused himself, leaving the two men alone. Junseong, startled by Seongho's sudden appearance, blinked in surprise.

"Seongho?" he questioned, his voice laced with confusion.

Seongho, his gaze soft and concerned, stepped closer. "I was worried about you," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "I knew you'd be working yourself to the bone, not eating properly, and I couldn't stand it anymore." He explained how he had asked one of the drivers to take him to Junseong's company, his determination to check on his husband evident in his tone.

Junseong, touched by Seongho's gesture, couldn't help but smile. His heart swelled with gratitude, a warmth spreading through him. He knew he hadn't begun to fall for his cute baby husband yet, but the fact that Seongho was still worried about him, despite his past unfair treatment, filled him with a sense of comfort.

"I'm fine, really," Junseong assured, trying to downplay his concern. "Just a bit busy with these reports." He gestured to the pile of documents on his desk, attempting to postpone the meal Seongho had brought.

Seongho, however, was not easily swayed. With a determined glint in his eyes, he gently pushed the food towards Junseong. "You need to eat, honey. You're going to make yourself sick if you don't take care of yourself." He used the endearing term 'honey' without a second thought, his voice laced with a hint of playful authority.

Junseong, unable to resist Seongho's determination, finally gave in. He took a bite of the food, his taste buds instantly recognizing the familiar and comforting flavors of home. "This is delicious," he admitted, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Thank you."

After finishing his meal, Junseong thanked Seongho again, his gratitude evident in his tone. He returned to his work, his brow furrowed in concentration. Seongho, watching him intently, decided to wait until Junseong finished all his work before they headed home together. He couldn't help but notice Junseong's knitted eyebrows, the way his veiny arms flexed as he rolled up his sleeves, and the adorable way he stuck out his tongue in concentration. Seongho felt a surge of naughty thoughts, but he quickly brushed them aside, scolding himself for being silly.

He knew he had to be patient, to let Junseong fall for him at his own pace. But the sight of his husband working diligently, his every movement captivating Seongho's attention, filled him with a warmth that he couldn't quite explain. He was falling deeper and deeper, and he couldn't wait for the day when Junseong would finally realize how deeply he was loved.

The atmosphere in Junseong's office building was electric as the workday came to a close. Employees were bustling about, wrapping up their tasks, but the air was thick with intrigue and excitement. Seongho stood near the entrance, feeling a mix of apprehension and anticipation as he prepared to officially meet the people who worked alongside his husband.

As Junseong emerged from his cabin, he radiated authority and confidence, his tailored suit emphasizing his strong presence. He scanned the room, a hint of a smile breaking through his typically serious demeanor when his eyes landed on Seongho.

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet my husband, Seongho," Junseong announced, his voice commanding immediate attention.

A wave of surprised whispers rippled through the crowd. Seongho felt their eyes on him, a mixture of admiration, envy, and curiosity evident in their expressions.

"Is that really Junseong-ssi's husband?" one woman whispered in disbelief, her eyes wide. "He's even more stunning in person!"

"I still can't believe they had that extravagant wedding," another chimed in, her voice tinged with awe. "It was all over the news! I heard the whole world was watching. They even streamed it live,how crazy is that?!"

"Right? It was like a royal wedding, the way they had it set up!" a third employee added, excitement bubbling in her tone. "I heard they flew in flowers from all over the world,our boss is like a multi billionaire so we shouldn't be suprised!"

"Honestly, I don't get how Seongho managed to snag someone like Junseong," an envious voice interrupted, arms crossed. "What does he even bring to the table? It's not like he's a powerhouse in business or anything at all."

"Seongho is so cute, though. I'd take him any day!" another employee remarked, a playful glint in his eye. "Imagine having that kind of beauty on your arm!"

"Yeah, but can you imagine the drama? Junseong is so serious all the time. I doubt they even have fun together," someone else said, scoffing.

"Maybe they balance each other out," a more optimistic voice countered. "I heard they're really sweet together! Junseong is all business, but Seongho seems to bring out a softer side of him."

The gossip continued to swirl, with names like "SeongJun" and "JunSeongho" being tossed around playfully, as employees speculated on the couple's dynamic.

Junseong, sensing the murmurs, felt a protective instinct flare up. He cleared his throat, drawing the attention back toward him. "I expect everyone to treat Seongho with the same respect you would show me. He is part of my family, and I will not tolerate any disrespect or else you want to drop your resignation?," he stated firmly.

The employees nodded, some still exchanging glances filled with envy, while others appeared genuinely intrigued.

"Understood, Junseong-nim!" one of the employees replied, though there was an undertone of rivalry in her voice.

With the introductions complete, Junseong turned to Seongho, his expression softening slightly. "Let's get out of here."

As they walked to the parking lot, Seongho couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for Junseong. Despite the gossip swirling around them, he appreciated the way Junseong had defended him, standing tall against the scrutiny of his employees.

Once they were in the car, Seongho let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. "That was quite the introduction," he said with a chuckle, glancing sideways at Junseong.

Junseong smirked, his grip firm on the steering wheel. "They can be a bit much. But you handled it well."

"I guess it's not every day someone gets introduced to the company as the boss's husband," Seongho replied, feeling a mix of pride and amusement.

"True. But you should know, they'll keep talking. ," Junseong said, his tone light but serious. "Just don't let it bother you because if it does,I wont hesitate to fire them all."

Seongho nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "I won't. I'm just glad they weren't all negative. It's nice to know they see us as a couple."

As Junseong drove through the city, the lights twinkling like stars, Seongho felt a sense of warmth radiating within him. It was clear that Junseong was still navigating his feelings, but today had brought them closer in its own way.

"Where are we headed?" Seongho asked, curious as they pulled away from the office.

"I thought we could celebrate your first day here with dinner," Junseong replied, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I'm taking you to a five-star restaurant. It's the least I can do after you brought me lunch and waited while I finished up."

Seongho's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? That sounds amazing!"

Junseong nodded, his expression turning serious again as he focused on the road. "I appreciate what you did for me today. It's not easy for me to let people in, and you did that. You deserve a nice meal."

"Thank you, Hubby," Seongho replied, feeling a flutter of gratitude. "I just wanted to make sure you took care of yourself."

As they arrived at the restaurant, a luxurious establishment with glowing chandeliers and an elegant ambiance, Seongho couldn't help but feel excited. The evening promised a chance to unwind and enjoy each other's company away from the pressures of work.

The restaurant, nestled in a secluded corner of the city, was a haven of luxury and exclusivity. Its exterior, a sleek, modern facade bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, hinted at the opulence that awaited within. As Seongho and Junseong approached, a valet whisked away their car, their arrival, announcing their status.

Stepping inside, they were greeted by a symphony of sights and sounds. The air hummed with hushed conversations, the soft clinking of silverware against fine china, and the gentle murmur of a live jazz band playing in the corner. The walls were adorned with abstract paintings, their vibrant colors adding a touch of vibrancy to the otherwise muted tones of the space.

The restaurant was a testament to refined taste, every detail meticulously curated. The tables were draped in crisp white linens, the chairs upholstered in plush velvet, and the lighting, a soft, warm glow, cast an ethereal luminescence over the scene. The air itself seemed to hum with an air of sophistication, a subtle reminder that they were in a place where money and power held sway.

Junseong, his presence commanding respect , moved with confidence. His tailored suit, a masterpiece of dark charcoal fabric, seemed to absorb the light, his movements fluid and controlled. He exuded an aura of authority, power and influence.

As they were led to their table, a discreet corner with a panoramic view of the city, Seongho couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. He had never been to a place quite like this, and the sheer opulence of the surroundings left him speechless.

Junseong, sensing his husband's awe, smiled gently. "It's a bit much, isn't it?" he said, his voice a low murmur, as if acknowledging the unspoken tension that hung in the air.

"No, it's amazing," Seongho replied, his eyes wide with wonder. "I've never seen anything like it."

Junseong nodded, his gaze sweeping over the room, taking in the scene with a practiced eye. He could sense the eyes of the other diners on them, their gazes a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

"This place is a favorite of mine," he said, his voice a low rumble. "They have the best barbecue in the city."

As the waiter approached, Junseong ordered with authority, his voice a low, confident murmur. He knew the menu by heart, the best cuts of meat, the perfect accompaniments, the ideal wine pairings. He was a master of this world, a world where wealth and power held sway, a world where every detail mattered.

Seongho, watching his husband navigate this world with such ease, felt a sense of pride welling up within him. He had never seen Junseong so relaxed, so at home. It was a side of him that he had never seen before, a side that was both alluring and intimidating.

As the waiter left, Junseong turned to Seongho, his gaze softening. "I'm glad you came with me," he said, his voice a low murmur. "It means a lot to me."

Seongho, his heart swelling with affection, smiled brightly. "I wouldn't miss it for the world especially now that you'd started opening up to me," he replied, his voice laced with sincerity.

Junseong nodded, his eyes meeting Seongho's for a fleeting moment before returning to the city lights that stretched out before them. The air between them crackled with unspoken emotions, a testament to the bond that was slowly but surely growing between them.

As the evening progressed, the restaurant buzzed with a symphony of sounds and smells. The aroma of sizzling meat, the clinking of glasses, the soft murmur of conversations, all blended together to create a symphony of indulgence.

As the evening drew to a close, Junseong, his gaze meeting Seongho's, felt a sense of contentment wash over him. He had spent the day navigating the complexities of the corporate world, but now, he was surrounded by the comfort of his husband's presence.

"I'm glad we came here," he said, his voice a low murmur. "It was a nice break."

Seongho, his heart overflowing with affection, smiled brightly. "Me too," he replied, his voice laced with sincerity. "I'm glad I got to see this side of you."

As they left the restaurant, the night air cool against their skin, Junseong felt a sense of gratitude for the man who stood beside him. He had faced the challenges of the day, he had protected his family, and he had found solace in the presence of the man who loved him unconditionally.

They walked towards their car, the city lights twinkling around them, a symphony of light and shadow. As they drove home, the silence between them filled with unspoken emotions, Junseong knew that no matter what the future held whether their relationship will blossom or not, he would face it with Seongho by his side.

They arrived at the mansion, the quiet of their home was a welcome reprieve after the bustling energy of the restaurant. As soon as they entered inside the house,Junseong headed towards their bedroom, a weary sigh escaping his lips, Seongho, his heart brimming with excitement, turned towards the maid quarters. He had a surprise for them, a secret he couldn't wait to share.

"I'm going to freshen up," Junseong announced, his voice a low murmur as he disappeared into their bedroom.

Seongho, his steps light and eager, headed towards the kitchen, his mind buzzing with the memories of the evening. He couldn't wait to tell the maids about the restaurant and all that happened earlier.

A nice scent of freshly baked bread wafted from the kitchen ,filling the air. The maids, their faces lit with smiles, were busy preparing for the night. As Seongho entered, carrying a large bag filled with goodies, their eyes widened in surprise.

"Master Seongho! What is this?" Soo-jin exclaimed, her voice filled with curiosity.

Seongho, his eyes sparkling with mischief, grinned. "I bought some things for you all," he said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "I couldn't let you go without a little something special."

He rummaged through the bag, pulling out a variety of treats. There were boxes of imported chocolates, bags of gourmet coffee beans, and even a set of elegant teacups.

"Oh, Master Seongho, you shouldn't have!" Yejin exclaimed, her eyes shining with gratitude. "This is so kind of you."

"Nonsense," Seongho replied, waving his hand dismissively. "I wanted to thank you for taking such good care of Junseong and me. You're all so wonderful."

The maids, their faces beaming with joy, showered Seongho with thanks. They gathered around him, their hands reaching out to touch the gifts, their eyes sparkling with delight.

"You're too kind, Master Seongho," one maid said, her voice choked with emotion. "We're just doing our job."

"But you do it so well," Seongho insisted, his voice filled with sincerity. "You make this house a home."

As they chatted, Seongho couldn't resist sharing his experience at the restaurant. He regaled them with stories of the delicious food, the opulent atmosphere, and the way Junseong had commanded respect with his quiet authority.

"And you know," Seongho added, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "some of his employees were quite impressed with me."

The maids, their eyes widening in amusement, leaned in closer.

"Really?" one maid asked, her voice laced with curiosity. "What did they say?"

Seongho, his eyes twinkling with mischief, recounted the gossip he had overheard. He told them about the employees who had been envious of his beauty, about those who had wished they could be in his place, about the whispers of admiration and envy that had filled the air.

The maids, their faces contorting with a mix of amusement and outrage, erupted in a chorus of curses.

"Those gold-diggers!" Jihyun exclaimed, her voice filled with indignation. "They're just jealous because they can't have Junseong-nim!"

"And to think they dared to gossip about you and Master Junseong!" Bit Na added, her voice laced with fury. "They should be ashamed of themselves!"

Seongho, his heart warming at their loyalty, laughed. "Don't worry about them," he said, his voice filled with reassurance. "They're just jealous."

As they continued to chat, a shadow fell across the room. Mangchi, his sleek black and white fur shimmering in the dim light, walked lazily towards Seongho, his emerald eyes narrowed in a mixture of annoyance and affection.

"Oh, Mangchi," Seongho cooed, his voice filled with tenderness. "Did you miss me?"

Mangchi, his meow a low rumble, rubbed against Seongho's legs, his tail twitching in agitation. He had been alone all day, and he was clearly not pleased.

Seongho, his heart melting at the sight of his grumpy feline companion, scooped him up in his arms.

"I know, I know," Seongho said, his voice filled with remorse. "I'm so sorry I left you alone. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Mangchi, his purr a low rumble, nuzzled against Seongho's chest, his mood slowly softening.

As Seongho held Mangchi close, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. He was surrounded by love and loyalty, his heart overflowing with warmth. He had a dutiful husband, devoted staffs, and a grumpy but affectionate cat. What more could he ask for?

"I'm so lucky," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. "I'm so lucky to have all of you in my life."

The maids, their faces beaming with smiles, nodded in agreement. They had never seen their Master so happy, so at peace.

As the evening deepened, the house filled with the sounds of laughter and conversation. Seongho, his heart overflowing with love, knew that he had found a home, a haven of warmth and affection, a place where he truly belonged.

The day had finally come to an end, and Seongho, weary from a long day at work, called it a night. He scooped up Mangchi, his fluffy black and white cat, and carried him to the bedroom. He expected to find Junseong awake, but the sight that greeted him was a tired Junseong, already fast asleep, his handsome face etched with exhaustion.

Seongho gently placed Mangchi on his small bed, tucked away in a corner of the room. "Go to sleep, little buddy," he whispered, scratching behind the cat's ears. Mangchi, a creature of routine, purred contentedly, his tail swishing back and forth as he snuggled into his fluffy bed.

Seongho then headed for the bathroom, eager to wash away the day's stress. As the warm water cascaded over him, he felt his tension easing. But then, a soft meow pierced through the sound of the water. Seongho paused, confused. "Mangchi? What are you doing in here?" he asked, turning back to see the black and white cat, his eyes wide with curiosity, wandering around the spacious bathroom.

Mangchi, simply gave Seongho a nonchalant meow in response, as if to say, "What? I'm just exploring." He then proceeded to investigate the shower curtain, batting at it with his paw, seemingly fascinated by its movement.

Seongho chuckled, shaking his head. "You're such a mischievous cat," he said, quickly rinsing off and scooping Mangchi up. He carried him back to the bedroom, gently placing him back on his bed. "No more bathroom adventures for you, okay?"

Mangchi, unfazed by the scolding, simply looked at Seongho with his big, innocent eyes, as if to say, "But I was having so much fun!" He then proceeded to rub his head against Seongho's leg, purring loudly, as if to remind him that he was the undisputed king of affection.

After wiping his body with a plush towel, Seongho changed into his pajamas. He then gently dried Mangchi's fur, the cat lazily settling back onto his bed. Mangchi, ever the drama king, let out a dramatic sigh, as if to say, "Finally! I was getting cold!"

Seongho moved closer to Junseong, his heart aching for his husband. He gently kissed Junseong's cheek, the warmth of his husband's skin soothing him. He nuzzled into Junseong's side, clinging to him tightly.

The company embezzlement crisis had been weighing heavily on Junseong's mind, but Seongho knew his husband would handle it. He had always been a man of strength and resilience. Seongho closed his eyes, whispering a silent prayer for Junseong's success, before drifting off to sleep, finding solace in the warmth of his husband's embrace. Mangchi, sensing the peace in the room, curled up at the foot of the bed, his soft purrs a lullaby for the night.