Jeonghan, feeling a mixture of curiosity and a growing uneasiness, observed the opulent dining room as he shifted in his seat. The heavy sigh escaped him as he let his body sink into the plush chair, and he absentmindedly played with the delicate ribbon adorning the elegant piece of furniture.
Beside him, Seungcheol, seemingly attuned to Jeonghan's mood, took a seat, gesturing for the maid to commence serving their food. As the dishes were elegantly presented, Jeonghan couldn't help but bring up a topic that had been lingering in his thoughts.
"How long have they been married for?" Jeonghan inquired, his fingers still twirling the ribbon. Seungcheol, pouring water into a crystal glass, glanced at Jeonghan with a hint of curiosity at the unexpected question. "Three months and above, maybe," he responded, handing the glass to Jeonghan, who straightened up, taking the offered refreshment.
"Hm..." Jeonghan acknowledged, his gaze momentarily lost in the swirling water within the glass. A single drop traced the edge of the glass and slipped down his throat, the subtle movements of his Adam's apple capturing Seungcheol's attention. A dry swallow betrayed Seungcheol's awareness of the captivating sight, the drop disappearing beneath Jeonghan's clothes.
The conversation shifted to Seungcheol's brother and the apparent eccentricity observed by Jeonghan. "Your brother seems a bit crazy," Jeonghan remarked, his eyes turning toward Seungcheol. "He is," Seungcheol agreed, his focus still distant.
Amidst the meal, Jeonghan found his thoughts drifting to the interaction between Seungcheol's mother and Mingyu. Puzzlement etched across his features as he wondered why such warmth and tenderness were absent in her demeanor towards Seungcheol. The questions tumbled in his mind, and he couldn't help but voice one aloud.
"Why haven't we met your mother yet?" Jeonghan's fingers tightened around the spoon as he glanced sidelong at Seungcheol. The room fell into a brief silence, broken only by the clinking of cutlery.
"We will soon," Seungcheol finally responded, his gaze fixed on the table. A subtle tension lingered, accompanied by an unspoken understanding that this matter was delicate. As the rest of the dinner passed in silence, each finished their meal, rising from their seats once the last bite was consumed.
Jeonghan grappled with the uneasiness and questions swirling within him, reminding himself of the charade and the role he was playing in Seungcheol's intricate world.
"Go to our room, I'll come in a minute.." Seungcheol's directive lingered in the air, a heavy command that resonated through the room as he briskly departed the dining chair. A muted frustration settled over Jeonghan, his sigh an audible expression of the helplessness he felt, watching Seungcheol retreat without a chance to voice his thoughts.
The journey from the dining room to their shared space became a quiet introspection for Jeonghan. The weight of the evening's events bore down on him, turning each step into a silent acknowledgment of the growing complexity surrounding them.
Entering their room, Jeonghan sought refuge in the familiar routine of unbuttoning his cuffs, a tactile act of shedding the external pressures. The bed, a sanctuary, welcomed him as he laid down, the fabric beneath him seemingly absorbing the emotional residue of the day.
"Why am I feeling so hurt that he isn't standing up for himself?" The words slipped out unconsciously as he rolled onto his stomach, staring at the headboard of the bed.
The complexity of this house extends far beyond its apparent facade. The supposed-to-be cousins are entangled in strained relations, lacking harmony. The brothers wear a veneer of normalcy but exude an air of secrecy, as if concealing a myriad of lies. The mothers contribute to the intricate dynamics— one excessively vocal, the other shrouded in silence, making their actions unpredictable. Lastly, there's Grandma, seemingly the matriarch, yet her authority is conspicuously absent, leaving an unclaimed crown hanging over the household.
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Reimbursed Husband | JC
Romance"Just so you know," Seungcheol grunts, his voice laced with frustration, "I'm only putting up with you because of my mother. Nothing else." He forcefully pushes down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward. Jeonghan, ever the tease, smirks and...
