Jun-ho said nothing more. His silence wasn't coldness, but a weight that made Salin's heart race.
He squeezed the hand back, feeling not anger or desire, but the tenderness that permeated their relationship.
When they entered the couple's bedroom, Jun-ho didn't let go of his hand. He led him straight to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and let the water run, spreading hot steam through the air.
— What are you doing? — Salin asked, still confused.
Jun-ho just took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and watched the bathtub fill. He had reflected on the way there.
— You got involved in my fight. And you fought behind my back — his voice was low, almost a rumble. — That made me angry... but it also reminded me that I'm not alone.
Salin stayed silent, watching him mix salts into the water. The soft scent spread, and he swallowed hard when Jun-ho's fingers reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly.
