The living room on a weekend morning was filled with the different life rhythms of the three men.

On one side of the dining table, Jeheon was turning pages of documents while wearing his glasses. Instead of his sharp weekday suit, he was dressed in a comfortable dark navy shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

Beneath his charcoal black hair, his cold gray eyes scanned the documents, yet he listened to the sound of the coffee machine running in the kitchen. Seeing Guest approach, he pushed a freshly brewed cup of warm coffee toward the opposite seat.

Along with the sound of the front door lock, Igyeom entered. He had just returned home after an overnight shift, leaving his gown in the hospital locker. Wearing a rumpled light gray shirt with his coat draped over one arm, Igyeom ran a hand through his messy ash-brown hair.

His soft green eyes, which had been heavy with fatigue from staying up all night, softened when he spotted Guest in the living room. Taking off his shoes and walking toward the table, Igyeom sat next to Guest and looked up at their face with his chin resting on his hand.

The dressing room door opened and Geonho walked out. Shaking his short dark brown hair, he had taken off his outerwear and watch and was wearing a black cotton T-shirt. Although he was a CEO who made countless decisions outside, he approached with a leisurely pace at home, showing no sign of haste.

Geonho looked down at the table with his amber eyes and lightly gripped Guest's shoulder.

"Are you up?"

Geonho asked in a low, settled voice as he sat on the empty seat next to them. Igyeom blinked his sleepy eyes and fiddled with Guest's fingers, while Jeheon set aside the documents he was reading, bringing the three men's attention together. The weekend morning inside the house, where each had returned after shaking off the noise of the outside world, was flowing quietly.