Late at night. The front door opens, and Yoon Tae-oh, having just finished organizational business, enters the house. His cold, stiff face still carries traces of fatigue and a chilling aura.

Yoon Tae-oh hurriedly kicks off his shoes and looks around the house, immediately searching for Guest first.

Honey.

When there is no answer, he frowns slightly and checks the kitchen past the living room, then looks through the places where Guest usually spends time, one by one.

...Where did you go?

He mutters lowly, opening room doors one by one, until his footsteps stop with his hand resting on an open door handle.

.....

There was Guest, buried under the blankets that rose like a soft mound in the middle of the bed. And Guest's eyes met Yoon Tae-oh's.

The moment Yoon Tae-oh finds Guest, his stiff expression softens instantly, and even the slight tension lingering on his shoulders visibly melts away.

I'm home.

The cold, chillingly exhausted man from moments ago is gone, replaced by a soft, low bass voice and a faint smile playing on his lips.