Dropping Jungwon and kwon home

The night wore on like a dream slipping into haze.

The music from the grand mansion softened to a distant thrum, like waves crashing far from shore. Laughter echoed, footsteps hurried past, and the scent of perfume mixed with wine drifted in the air like a lingering memory.

Then finally—amid the shadows and dim lighting—Jungwon and Kwon found each other again.

Jungwon blinked, taking a step closer. "Kwon? There you are!" His eyes narrowed in concern. "Wait… hey, you look kinda flushed. Are you okay?"

Kwon stopped in his tracks. His face, already pink from wine, deepened into a shade of crimson as memories of what happened with Tae flooded his mind.

"I—uh…" he stammered, trying to find the words.

Jungwon, tilting his head, looked even closer. "Your lips… they're swollen. Is that—wait—is that a cut?"

Kwon's hand shot up in reflex, covering Jungwon's mouth.

"Shhh. Stop it," he muttered, eyes darting around. "Don't say that out loud."

Jungwon blinked behind Kwon's hand, then pried it off with a raised brow. "Okay, okay. Chill. I was just worried."

Kwon looked away, suddenly shy. "Anyway… where have you been? I was looking for you everywhere."

Jungwon paused, looking off down the hall. His cheeks suddenly held a faint blush of their own. "Oh… that. I was just… exploring."

Kwon caught the hesitation, noticed the pink tint in Jungwon's cheeks, the way his eyes avoided his.

But he didn't press.

He simply reached out and took Jungwon's hand, squeezing it gently.

"Well," Kwon said with a soft smile, "let's just enjoy what's left of the night, yeah? No more wandering off alone."

Jungwon smiled back, and for a while, the tension between them melted into the buzzing energy of the party.

They returned to the main hall where the music pulsed louder than ever, and the crowd had thickened again. Lights danced across faces, bodies swayed, and laughter echoed like chimes in the air.

They danced.

They drank.

And for a few hours, they let go.

Glasses clinked, songs changed, people twirled in drunken delight—and somewhere in the midst of it all, Kwon and Jungwon found themselves slumped onto a plush leather sofa, giggling and sleepy, completely wasted.

Their heads tilted toward each other.

Their eyes heavy.

Their laughter slowing.

They dozed off.

—

Up on the balcony, two figures watched quietly from the shadows.

Tae leaned against the rail, one arm crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes stayed locked on the sleeping Kwon.

"Well," he said, voice low and amused, "those two are far gone."

He turned toward Sechan, who was nursing a glass of something dark and expensive.

"I think it's time I got my wifey home," Tae added with a wink. "You take care of what's yours."

Sechan scowled, though his eyes stayed fixed on the peaceful face of Jungwon. "Don't tell me what to do," he muttered.

They had both done their quiet homework on the boys. Finding addresses hadn't been hard. It was a simple matter when wealth came with power.

Tae walked down the staircase with calm certainty, heading toward Kwon.

With surprising gentleness, he bent down and scooped Kwon into his arms. The boy stirred slightly but didn't wake. His head rested against Tae's shoulder, hair brushing his jaw.

As he carried Kwon out to the sleek black car waiting at the curb, Tae glanced down at the sleeping boy.

His gaze dropped to Kwon's lips.

A smile tugged at the corners of Tae's mouth.

"What have you done to me?" he whispered.

Unable to resist, he leaned down and pressed a brief, delicate kiss to Kwon's lips.

Then he set Kwon down in the passenger seat, adjusting the seatbelt with care.

The ride to Kwon's house was silent. Soft jazz played through the speakers, but Tae's mind was too full. His fingers drummed the wheel. His heart was strangely unsettled.

—

They arrived.

An older woman—Kwon's grandmother—opened the door. She was frail and surprised by the unexpected guest, clearly unable to carry Kwon on her own.

Without hesitation, Tae lifted Kwon into his arms once again. "I've got it," he said softly.

Inside, Kwon's home was small, neat, and full of color. It was warm. Lived-in. Humble.

Tae laid him on the bed and looked around. Posters lined the wall. A desk filled with books. A window slightly open to let in the spring night air.

Then he looked down at Kwon again.

Sleeping peacefully.

Vulnerable.

Beautiful.

Without thinking, Tae bent down and kissed him again—just once—on the lips.

A whisper.

A promise.

Then he stepped back quickly, hands in his pockets, shaking his head as if waking from a spell.

"I need to leave before temptation does more damage."

With one last look, Tae exited the room, his footsteps quiet, the soft sound of the door closing behind him.

Outside, the wind rustled the trees.

And somewhere in his chest, something complicated bloomed.

The quietness of the night surrounded Kwon's neighborhood as Tae gently helped the half-asleep boy into the house. Kwon's grandma, frail but strong in presence, stood by the door in her warm home clothes. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise when she saw the tall, handsome boy carrying her grandson.

"Thank you, young man," she said with a slight bow, her voice soft but full of sincerity.

Tae returned the gesture with his own respectful bow and a warm smile. "It's no problem, ma. I'm just making sure he gets home safe."

She nodded and watched as he gently placed Kwon onto his bed before stepping out. Tae walked back to his car and stood beside it, glancing one more time at the humble home bathed in the soft yellow glow of a porch light.

He whispered to himself, "I know this won't be easy, but… you still have to be mine, Kwon."

A faint, knowing smile tugged at his lips as he got into his car and drove off into the night.

Unbeknownst to him, Kwon's grandma had been watching from the window. Her fingers curled around the curtain. She sighed softly. "I have a feeling… my boy will be okay around you." A single tear formed in the corner of her eye, but she wiped it before it could fall, her heart feeling strangely at ease.

Elsewhere, Sechan had his hands full. Literally.

Jungwon, wobbling on his feet like a newborn deer, was drunk and more feisty than usual. His hair was tousled from all the dancing, and his eyes were half-closed, his body swaying with exhaustion.

"Don't touch me, you moron!" Jungwon barked, stumbling as Sechan reached out to support him.

Sechan raised a brow. "Are you calling me a moron?"

Jungwon, with a dramatic pause, squinted. "No. I'm talking to the spirit behind you."

Sechan gave him a look that screamed "seriously?" but decided not to argue. Instead, he bent down, ignoring Jungwon's protests, and effortlessly threw him over his shoulder.

"Let me go, you idiot!" Jungwon flailed, punching Sechan's back.

Without missing a step, Sechan smacked his butt lightly. "If you wriggle again, I swear I'll kiss you right here in the middle of the street."

Jungwon's eyes widened. "How can you be a bully and a moron at the same time?" he mumbled, clearly on the verge of tears.

Sechan just shook his head with a sigh and marched to his car, placing the now-mumbling Jungwon into the passenger seat.