They joined the table where Minsoo had already served dinner.
Simji looked at Seungmin curiously.
"So… are you Han's friend?"
Seungmin swallowed his bite, then casually lifted his hand to show the ring.
"No. We're a couple."
The table went silent.
Wooyoung blinked hard.
"I didn't know people had gotten this modern. No offence. It's just—when I was in university, if anyone even suspected something like that, they would bully you to death."
Seungmin shrugged.
"You can do anything if you're rich. It's easy for us."
Simji's jaw dropped.
"You guys are really that rich? I thought Han was someone from the North who came here and was struggling."
Minsoo snorted.
"Come on, look at his shoes. Do you think someone from the North can afford that?"
Han laughed, embarrassed, and everyone followed.
"So Han," Simji continued, "what do you do? I mean… work?"
Han shifted uncomfortably.
"My father has a construction company. That's all."
Seungmin cut in,
"It's not just a company. It's the largest one here. They build housing societies, universities, apartments, everything. Even outside the country."
The room froze again.
Han had said it so simply, but Seungmin's version sounded like an empire.
Wooyoung tried to save the moment.
"That's good—I mean—that's crazy—no, that's not what I—okay I'll stop talking."
Simji sighed.
"Unnie, you're making it worse."
She turned to Seungmin.
"What about you?"
Seungmin smirked.
"Han will tell you."
Han glared at him but answered anyway.
"His family owns cement companies. And hotels. And bars. And clubs. Noona, you know Midnight Club? And Midnight Restaurant? All of that."
Minsoo burst out laughing.
"So we're the only poor ones here. Seungmin, why is it so hard to get into your club? I saved money just to go once with my friends, but we can't even book a reservation. It's a club, not a palace."
Seungmin put his spoon down, eyes suddenly cold.
"Don't go there. Go anywhere else."
Minsoo blinked.
"Why?"
He leaned forward just a bit.
"You know the rich heirs there? They see girls like you and book you as their meal. They target easy ones."
The room fell dead silent.
Han quickly jumped in.
"Don't listen to him. He's joking. If you want to go, I'll take you."
Seungmin didn't blink.
"Even if I'm joking, still don't go."
Han slammed his spoon down.
"Why are you scaring her?"
Minsoo raised her hands.
"No fighting. I don't want to go anymore."
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After dinner, Han went to the room.
Seungmin followed.
Han frowned.
"Why are you not going home?"
"I'll stay here with you."
"No, you're not. This is someone else's house. Go home."
"I'll stay with you."
Han sighed deeply, annoyed.
A knock saved them.
Wooyoung entered with extra bedding.
Seungmin said casually,
"Noona, it's fine. I can sleep on the bed with him."
Han's soul left his body.
Wooyoung replied " okay but the bed is small. Will you be fine.
Seungmin replied " yes it's fine even if I sleep down. I will eventually end up over him on the bed."
Wooyoung's jaw dropped.
"Oh… okay… I'll leave the blanket. If you need it. I mean an extra sheet."
"Noona! It's not what you think!" Han blurted, red.
She left, awkwardly.
The door closed.
Han exploded.
"Why would you say that!? Are you insane!?"
Seungmin grabbed him, pushed him onto the bed, and pinned his wrists above his head.
Han struggled.
"Get off me."
Seungmin leaned closer, trying to kiss him.
Han turned his face away.
"Stop. We're in someone else's house."
"I don't care," Seungmin murmured, moving in again.
"I don't want to do this," Han said firmly.
That finally stopped him.
Seungmin released him and sat on the edge of the bed, quiet.
Han sat beside him and breathed out.
"I want to ask you something."
"Yes?"
"How's Chaewon? Is he fine?"
Seungmin didn't get angry this time.
"Yes. He's fine. Seokmin is taking care of him. Don't worry."
He lay down and tugged Han gently.
"Come here. Let's sleep."
Han hesitated.
So Seungmin reached out, pulled him close, and wrapped an arm around him from behind.
And they drifted off like that.