Han held Chaewon tightly, like he was keeping him from collapsing.
Chaewon's breaths trembled against his chest, uneven and exhausted.
After a long silence, Han whispered, "Let's just stay like this for now."
Chaewon's grip slowly loosened. His sobs faded, leaving only quiet shaking. They stayed there, pressed close, sharing the same breath — nothing warm, just wounded people clinging to whatever didn't hurt.
Then Seokmin's voice shattered the moment.
He walked toward them, eyebrows raised. "So… looks like things have been settled between you two."
Neither Han nor Chaewon answered.
Their silence hit him harder than words.
"Come on, guys—don't ignore me."
Han looked over. His voice soft but firm: "Seokmin. Come here."
Seokmin lit up instantly. He rushed over and hooked his arm around Han's, shooting Chaewon a smug glare. "See? Hyung loves me the most."
Chaewon rolled his eyes, annoyed but too drained to argue.
A quiet calm settled between them. Not peaceful—just less painful.
Then Seokmin suddenly stood. "Let's go back. I'm tired."
Han barely reacted — until Seokmin grabbed him by the waist and launched him into the water.
A hard splash. Cold shock.
Chaewon rushed to help him—but Seokmin shoved him in too.
Han didn't scream, didn't snap.
This kind of chaos from Seokmin… he was used to it.
They got up together, shivering, and Seokmin laughed like he'd done something genius.
Han glared and walked toward the hotel.
Seokmin panicked and chased him.
"Hyung, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Han shoved him straight into the water.
A short, sharp laugh broke out of him.
Seokmin grabbed him back, dragging him into the water again.
For a moment — they splashed each other like stupid kids.
Even Chaewon watched them with a quiet ache.
Until everything stopped.
Seungmin appeared.
He didn't speak loudly, but his voice cut the air: "What are you guys doing?"
He took off his jacket.
His eyes locked onto Chaewon holding Han's hand.
Something cold flickered.
He stepped forward, grabbed Han's arm, and glared at Chaewon. "He is mine."
Han stiffened, shocked.
Seungmin dragged him out of the water and wrapped his jacket around him. "Let's go to the room and change before you get sick."
Han tried to pull away. "Leave my arm. People are watching—are you insane?"
Seungmin didn't loosen his grip.
Han swallowed his anger and went quiet.
Inside the room, the moment the door closed, Han ripped his arm free.