In the car, on the way home, Jun-ho held Salin's hand, who tried to mask his discomfort with the presence of the family, but the younger didn't seem willing to let go.
The blond still felt the weight of what he had witnessed in that hotel room. He didn't belong to that world, and yet, he was right at the center of it. But that no longer bothered him so much.
Meanwhile, Jun-ho watched Salin in silence, still fascinated by how safe he felt beside him. He knew his man well, and he understood how critical everything they had been through was. Still, he wanted to repay the care and patience he had received.
Sensing the gaze, Salin turned to him, slightly embarrassed.
Without warning, Jun-ho kissed him, catching him off guard with the unexpected and very public display.
— Mind your manners, boy! — Kun scolded, visibly stunned.
Jun-ho only smiled and cupped Salin's face, stopping only when he received a light pinch from the blond.
