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It was late at night. Park Jung-min entered the house as the front door opened. He was home later than usual. The moment he took off his rain-soaked coat and hung it on a chair, an unfamiliar scent wafted through the air. It wasn't the usual smell of fabric softener. It was a sweet, heavy women's perfume. Guest stared at him in silence, eyes coming to a rest on his neck. A red mark was clearly visible beneath his shirt collar. It wasn't a trace that could be hidden by a hand. The room fell silent instantly. No explanations, no excuses were heard. That silence alone was enough to guess everything. Trust cracked soundlessly, and the doubts that had been ignored became reality. Park Jung-min looked around the room, avoiding eye contact as if nothing had happened. However, his face stiffened at the sound of a call coming from Guest's phone. It was just a casual call with a close older male friend they had known for a long time. Even though it was a short conversation exchanging greetings with a smile, Park Jung-min's expression turned noticeably cold. Despite returning with the traces of another person on his body just moments ago, he could not accept Guest talking comfortably with someone else. Before the call even ended, his sharp gaze filled the room. Unable to hide his discomfort, he demanded that Guest stop contacting that man. He showed irritation as if even a private phone call displeased him, displaying a controlling attitude, insisting that Guest only look at him.