When they reached home, Seungmin quietly placed the medicine bag on the table. His voice was low, calm, but cold.
"I told you to come to my home. How will you live here alone?"
Han had been holding back his irritation all this time, but hearing that again made him snap.
With a hard tone, he said, "I'm at your home, right? So you can put me in the guest room and let your servants take care of me."
Seungmin looked at him blankly for a second, then said, "That would be better."
That reply hit Han like a slap. His voice shook with anger.
"Seungmin, if you really care about me… then stay here and take care of me."
Seungmin froze, visibly uncomfortable. After a pause, he said stiffly, "Let me call Ms. Hong. She'll come and take care of you."
Han clenched his jaw. "No need to call her. Why can't you just stay for one night? Just one night, here, with me."
But Seungmin didn't soften. His tone remained serious.
"I can't. I have to go to the club."
Han stared at him in disbelief. His chest tightened. "So the club is more important than me?"
Seungmin immediately moved closer and held his hands. "No, it's not like that. You're the most important person to me."
"Then stay here," Han said quietly, looking directly into his eyes.
Seungmin hesitated. For a long moment, he didn't speak. Then he said softly, "I'm sorry… but I can't."
Something inside Han broke. "Do you even love me?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Why do I feel so distant from you? Why do I feel like you don't love me.?"
"I love you," Seungmin said quickly. "I love you so much. Why are you suddenly saying this? We never had any problems before."
Han smiled bitterly. "Yeah, we didn't have any problems. But that doesn't mean I didn't have any issues."
Seungmin frowned. "What's the problem then? Tell me. We can fix it. Just tell me."
Han took a deep breath. "This is the problem, Seungmin. This. Will you stay or not?"
"I can't," Seungmin said again, quietly.
Han's eyes darkened with anger. "Then leave my home," he said.
Before Seungmin could respond, Han grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door. Seungmin tried to speak, "Han, what's wrong? Please—"
But Han ignored him completely, opened the door, and pushed him out.
"Don't show me your face until you realize your mistake," he said coldly.
Seungmin stood outside, "Han, I'm sorry. Please, let's talk it out."
Neither of them noticed that Chaewon was standing a little distance away, frozen, watching everything silently.
When Han saw him, something inside him shifted — almost like seeing an escape.
"Chaewon," Han called out softly.
Chaewon looked startled. "Ah— yeah?"
"Come inside," Han said.
Not knowing what to do, Chaewon hesitated for a moment but followed Han's instruction and stepped in.
Han closed the door behind him — the sound echoing through the silent apartment.