The kitchen smelled like fried eggs and burnt toast. Everyone was half-asleep but loud in that way family is — talking over each other like a chorus.
Then the old lady, who never misses a chance for drama, blurted: "My grandson Seo‑jun — I heard he was sleeping with a man again last night!"
Silence dropped like a wet towel. Silverware clinked. Mira and Daniel stopped mid-chew.
Soo‑yeon nearly choked on his coffee. "W‑what did you say?"
"Hmm?" the old lady sniffed, delighted. "What a rough night for him, eh?"
Joon‑ho's jaw tightened. "Mother. Kids are here."
Soo‑yeon waved his hand, flushed. "It's not like that — he was working late with his boss." He shot Seo‑jun a nervous look.
"And what if the boss is his boyfriend?" the old lady prodded, as if reading a soap opera script.
"Not a chance," Joon‑ho snapped, but Ji‑eun only lifted his mug, watching the exchange with amusement.
