The car was a silent, moving capsule in the heart of the city. Seo-jun, slumped in the passenger seat, typed out a quick message to his dad, Seo-yeon: "Going to be late tonight. Don't wait up."
A thumbs-up emoji was the immediate reply. Seo-jun sighed, the sound loud in the quiet hum of the engine. Min-jae glanced over, his hands firm on the steering wheel, but said nothing.
They arrived at Min-jae's apartment building. The drive up to the penthouse was tense, the silence thick with unspoken words. As the elevator doors slid open directly into the minimalist foyer, Min-jae finally moved. He closed the front door with a definitive click, and before Seo-jun could utter a word, Min-jae had him pinned against it.
