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Cale had never really paid much attention to Valentine’s Day. To him, it was just another Friday, blurred. The flowers, romantic dinners, and lovey-dovey posts on social media floated by him like leaves in a stream, pretty but insignificant.

It happened when he collided, quite literally, with Bud and his girlfriend while strolling through the mall, he had, well decided to take a quick detor on his way to work. 

Cale personally didnt think he was close to Bud, but  the couple's embrace had a different kind of energy. Bud was animatedly sharing stories, his laughter ringing out like a soft chime, while his girlfriend nuzzled into him, Bud seemed a bit proud of something, Cale frowned knowingly. The complete opposite of Choi han who preferred to hide his lover rather then show him off. 

Cale looked off to the road out teh window, he  felt like an intruder in that moment. He listened half-heartedly as Bud launched into details about his girlfriend’s job—something about a laptop factory?—but the words went in one ear and out the other. 

Something intrigued him, not the words though. 

But the way she leaned into Bud, the way they exchanged secret smiles and tiny laughter that seemed to exist just for them. 

His face kept facade stoic, meanwhile a tug, an almost desperate pull that he couldn't explain. Cale nodded his head during the needed moments it was natural as easy as breathing; pretending to isten to people.

After a couple minutes of that horrible exchange, they offered only a quick goodbye before Bud pulled his girlfriend closer. The warmth between them was blinding, while Cale turned to leave. 

His hand reached up, while his shoulders slouched down, 

“Huh.” 

He rubbed his bangs inbetween his index and thumb, as he walked away, his mind drifted back to thoughts of Choi Han six months had passed since they had become… something. Cale wished he could say he never started overthinking about it. Why hadn’t they shared that sort of affection? Why didn’t they melt into each other’s embrace for hours? Had he come off as uninterested? Did Choi Han perceive him as emotionally distant or closed off? He shook his head, mumbling, “I never did that.”

He pushed open the doors to the police station, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Cale walked into the police station. 

Now its time to do a fit-check, he was dressed in an oversized hoodie, paired with comfortable sweatpants and well-worn Adidas slippers, he moved with a certain carelessness that contrasted sharply with the formal attire of his colleagues. 

The hum of chatter filled the air, a mix of serious conversations and the occasional laugh, but as he walked through the lobby, a hush fell over some of his coworkers. 

Heads turned, and eyes flickered with curiosity, followed by the slight shake of heads among the more seasoned officers in their standard grey uniforms. 

A few wore high-visibility safety vests, the bright colors standing out starkly against the drabness of the station. It was as if Cale's casualnes was a quiet rebellion against their environment.  But Cale didn’t mind their whispers or the raised eyebrows; it would be worse if people liked him a lot.

As he made his way toward the detective unit, the buzz of activity surrounded him. Officers were all in the paperwork, others hunched over their desks.  "Hey, Cale!" one of the detectives called out, breaking through the quiet giggles that had followed her. It was Kage, leaning back in her chair, arms crossed with a smirk playing on her lips. "Dressing for comfort or a future in lounge wear?" She gave a secret thumbs up, the tattoos on her arm shown because of her rolled up uniform sleeves, also not following dress code. Cale shrugged, ‘When you solve crimes in your slippers, you set a new standard, I guess ’

Alberu was deep in thought. His sharp gaze was fixed on the sprawling murder case board before him, a chaotic arrangement of photographs, timelines, and red string connecting the dots. Alberu was known as the hardest-working detective in the unit, always pushing the limits, driven by a singular ambition: to become the head detective.

A soft yet unmistakably mechanical voice interrupted, with GPS flatness, there was still warmth that resided within her. “Um... The consultant is here,” she announced glancing back and forthf rom Cale and Alberu.

For a brief moment, Alberu winced, a storm of emotions swirling beneath the surface. The arrival of a consultant meant the case was becoming more complex, and every new face in the precinct brought a haunting sense of competition. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to break away from his fixation on the case board. “Sigh... Bring him in,” he replied, feining a welcoming smile.

He turned around, face to face with Cale, the consultant who, unbeknownst to him, was already perched by Mary’s side. She walked away with an expression that was both blank and resolute, as if her duty was fulfilled, which technically it was. 

Cale stood in a contemplative silence, his sharp eyes scanning the array of evidence strewn across the board. Finally, he broke the quiet, “Has your hunch kept you from arresting the suspect again?”

“First off, How? You barely glanced at the board and—ugh,” Alberu sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stave off the tension. “Yes, I think there’s a chance she didn’t do it, but my hunch doesn’t matter, we have a confession in the end.”

Alberu could feel the impending headache that had begun to creep into his temples. He shook his head slightly, trying to shake off the unease. As Cale strolled past him, his attention now fully absorbed by the photos and notes on the board.

Cale, seemingly unfazed by Alberu's rising frustration, hummed thoughtfully as he continued to move between the snapshots and yellow evidence markers. 

Alberu settled onto the edge of his desk, the wood cool beneath him as he surveyed Cale’s casual attire, as if he had just rolled out of bed rather than walked into a homicide investigation.

“Aren’t you even going to act like you get paid around here?” Alberu raised an eyebrow, a hint of sarcasm lacing his voice. ‘Why did the Captain allow this consultant to roam freely as if he were on a leisurely day out rather than dissecting a murder case?’

Cale simply shrugged, he lifted his hand above his head, fingers splayed as if he were cradling something invisible. “She’s around my height, right? This… Park Ro?”

Alberu couldn’t help but let out a short smile, “Yeah.”  In fact, Cale was a few inches below Alberu and slightly more delicate in frame. The realization that the teenage girl they were scrutinizing was barely taller than Cale only heightened the absurdity of the situation. 

Cale didnt seem to care at being teased about his height, and dropped his arm back to his side,  “Well, looks can be deceiving. I’ve spoken to plenty of people who underestimated me based on appearances.”

“Yeah, but we’re not talking about a high school wrestling match,” Alberu interjected, trying to remain focused but amused by the contrast of their roles. “This is serious. She’s still a murder suspect, and just because she’s small doesn’t mean she didn’t do it.” 

‘I’m not saying she’s too small…’ Cale thought, he figured Alberu probably saw him as competition in some way, but truth be told, Cale was perfectly content being a consultant rather than a fully-fledged detective. The attention he had as a consultant was more than enough he wasn’t interested in stepping into the spotlight any further.

Alberu leaned against the desk, watching as Cale immersed himself in his peculiar process. “Huh…?” the brunette mumbled, momentarily unsure of where Cale was headed, but curious nonetheless.

Cale rifled through the quickly accessible information before them, his keen eyes darting over the notes and photographs pinned haphazardly to the board. Ro Park—a name that increasingly felt significant. He scanned the details: the girl had been found hiding out in a cheap motel she could barely afford, having just come out of an orphanage. A small photo of her sole remaining family member—a little brother—caught his eye, and the corner of his mouth curved downward at the sight. 

Then, his indifferent gaze settled on a grim photo of a young man, lifeless in the position he was found. This was the victim. He noted how the information was all lined up, almost perfect in its layout. Yet it felt more like a collection of dots waiting to be connected than a definitive narrative.

Cale’s eyes went over the written confession that had been signal-strong and clear. The words seemed exaggerated, a performance meant to convince not the police but perhaps herself. It was as if she was trying hard to reassure everyone that she was guilty while, in another breath, playing innocent.

Cale leaned forward slightly, his brow furrowed in thought. “Did you interview her?”

Alberu crossed his arms, the frustration evident in the way he held himself. “No Taylor did, You gotta tell me what you see first. God, you're driving me nuts.” With a resigned sigh, he leaned back against the desk, trying to steel himself for whatever unconventional insight Cale was about to unleash.

Cale didnt mind taylor he wasnt soft on others in the line of work, so, not useless. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the busy atmosphere of the precinct. He noticed two station workers bustling by, handing papers over the walls of their cubicle, lost in their own tasks. His focus shifted back to the case, but the observations hadn't left him.

“She’s protecting her little brother,” Cale stated simply, the connection suddenly clear in his mind.

“Hah?” Alberu stood up sharply, the realization flashing across his face. He was smart enough to piece together Cale’s implications quickly. “You’re saying the kid did it?”

Cale answered as if it was obvious and not a big deal, “Yes.”

“The kid?” Alberu repeated, incredulity creeping into his voice. He looked at Cale as if trying to gauge whether he was serious or… well Cale was always serious, nevermind.

Cale nodded, maintaining eye contact. “Fine dont listen to me." He held up his hands as if it was a helpless case, "All I have to say is; that motel she was hiding in wasn't even that far from the murders location, unless she’s stupid. She must have tried to get caught.”

Alberu rubbed his temples, the gears in his mind turning as he processed Cale’s theory. “So you're suggesting she’s not just trying to throw us off? She’s genuinely covering for him?”

“Exactly,” Cale affirmed, his excitement creeping into his voice. “That confession isn’t about distancing herself from the crime; it’s a shield for her brother. She’s trying to create a narrative that protects him at all costs, even if it means sacrificing herself.”

“Okay, let’s say you’re right,” Alberu said slowly, still reeling. “What would a kid like that have to gain from all this? What kind of situation could lead to murder?”

Cale shrugged, his expression unfaltering, the pieces of the puzzle continuing to align in his mind. “That’s what you should figure out.”

Alberu sighed deeply, a frown etching further into his forehead. In a sudden burst of frustration, he slammed his police cap down onto the desk, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet office. He swore silently in his head at the captain for putting him in this situation, tugging at his dark brown hair in a gesture that was all too familiar—a mix of stress and determination.

“I’ll interview the boy if that’s what you need,” he said, resignation edging his voice. There was no use arguing over the importance of this next step; he knew Cale’s instincts usually led them in the right direction, no matter how unconventional they appeared.

Cale, nonchalant as ever, simply put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and leaned back casually against the chair in front of Alberu’s desk. “Tell me how that goes,” he replied, his tone light, but there was a spark of genuine interest in his eyes.

With that, Cale pulled out his phone, scrolling through contacts and messages, while Alberu began to mentally prepare himself for the interview ahead. He could already envision the myriad of questions to ask the boy, trying to coax out the truth buried beneath whatever fear or protective instincts he might be harboring.

That afternoon, leaving Alberu with more work, Cale found himself on his boyfriend's cozy couch, the soft upholstery enveloping him in warmth and comfort. He lay there dazedly, staring up at the ceiling, his phone facedown on his chest, momentarily forgotten as the weight of the day drifted away.

You would think he’d be preoccupied with the case—the younger brother as the murderer and the sister’s fervent protection—but Cale found himself far removed from those thoughts. The motives behind their actions felt distant and unimportant in this moment of calm. In truth, the written confession from the older sister was straightforward, almost haunting in its simplicity, yet it barely registered in his mind as he replayed a different memory.

It was a recollection of Bud’s girlfriend—or was she just a casual nightstand? Cale couldn't quite pin it down. He had met her during one of their get-togethers, the way she nuzzled against Bud, squeezing his arm playfully as they laughed. The image replayed in Cale’s mind like a broken record, a mixture of warmth and confusion swirling around his heart. He felt a strange sense of longing, contemplating the connections that sometimes sparked in unexpected moments.

Just then, the sound of running water pulled him from his reverie. Cale recognized the familiar tune of Choi Han moving around in the kitchen, washing up after dinner. 

Choi Han hummed a soft melody, the vibe of their little hangout warming him from the inside out. He was grateful they had decided to stay in his apartment rather than braving the unpredictable weather outside. The comfort of home enveloped them, and the light chatter and kitchen sounds felt just right. Just as he was getting lost in the rhythm of his thoughts, he felt a soft tug at his sleeve.

Startled, he flinched and dropped the sponge into the soapy water with a splash. The sound seemed to reverberate through the calm atmosphere, drawing his attention behind him. “What do you need, Cale?” he asked, turning his head to find Cale standing there with an innocent expression, his large eyes blinking back at him. But there was something in Cale’s gaze—a mix of mischief and curiosity—that made Choi Han pause for a moment.

Cale looked momentarily blank, the small pause stretching between them before he spoke. His face radiated a sort of confusion that suggested he was lost in thought. “Nothing,” he finally replied, but the way he said it indicated something else entirely. It was as if he was testing some unspoken notion, a silent inquiry hanging in the air between them.

Choi Han blinked back at him, an eyebrow quirking up as he processed Cale's vague response. “Okay,” he said, trying not to let the strange exchange linger in his mind for too long. He shrugged it off, taking off his apron and hanging it neatly on a hook by the door. There was an ease to their companionship that made trivial moments feel significant.

Cale continued to find ways to touch Choi Han throughout the day, and each gentle brush of his fingers felt more deliberate than the last. Even as they set up the couch for a cozy movie night, Cale would lean in just a bit closer, his shoulder brushing against Choi Han's as they rearranged pillows and blankets into a makeshift nest. A casual gesture, but to Cale, it was a newfound craving for connection he had scarcely acknowledged before.

As Choi Han brushed his teeth, Cale lingered in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a soft smile. He watched as Choi Han meticulously worked the toothbrush, and each deliberate motion pulled Cale's attention like a magnet. There was something charming about the way he focused, eyebrows slightly furrowed and a hint of foam forming at the corners of his mouth.

Without fully realizing it, Cale found himself stepping into the small bathroom space. He picked up a spare toothbrush, his eyes never leaving Choi Han's reflection in the mirror, a warmth blooming in his chest. He familiarly nudged Choi Han with his hip, their bodies barely brushing, but it felt electrifying all the same. The gesture startled Choi Han momentarily, causing him to chuckle around the bristles of his toothbrush.

                                                               ~Date (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) Night~

Cale munched on popcorn, the familiar crunching sound echoing softly in the cozy room. His crimson hair flowed like liquid silk across his shoulders, catching the dim light as he shifted slightly, a small ball of warmth seated on the carpet. At his feet, the two kittens, Hong and Ohn, were completely captivated by the flickering images on the TV, their tiny bodies twitching every now and then as if they were dreaming of chasing the characters across the screen.

Choi Han leaned back against the couch, dressed in black airy pants and a crisp white shirt that he had likely forgotten to change out of after practice, he had discounts for classeson valentines day. He was relaxed but attentive, his normally stoic expression softened as he observed Cale. The contrast between his martial arts attire and the casual, comfortable atmosphere added an endearing charm to the scene.

With his legs tucked up against his chest, Cale gave off an air of indifference that was hard to decipher. His gaze was fixed on the screen, but Choi Han wondered if he was actually following the plot or simply lost in thought. Sometimes, it felt like Cale inhabited a world of his own, a deep well of emotions wrapped in the guise of aloofness.

Choi Han’s heart swelled with affection as he watched Cale, illuminated by the glow of the TV. The way the light played off his features, highlighting the shape of his jaw and the gentle curve of his lips, made it hard for Choi Han to look away. Even in moments of silence, there was something undeniably magnetic about Cale, something that drew Choi Han in deeper with every fleeting glance.

As Cale absentmindedly tossed another piece of popcorn into his mouth, Hong leapt up, pawing at the air in front of the TV as if trying to catch whatever action was playing out on the screen.

Cale looked up at Choi Han, his expressive eyes betraying a sprinkle of innocent curiosity behind that indifferent facade. There was something about the way he regarded Choi Han that made the latter's heart flutter slightly; they had shared countless moments together, yet this felt special in an unspoken, profound way.

In a gentle yet purposeful motion, Cale nudged Choi Han's arm up, encouraging him to drape it over his shoulders. Without breaking eye contact, Cale scooted closer, sinking into the warmth of Choi Han’s embrace. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes in their silent language, filled with familiarity and trust. Wrapping his fingers around the popcorn bowl, Cale casually popped the last few pieces into his mouth, seemingly unbothered by the proximity.

With his eyes closed, savoring the buttery flavor, Cale leaned instinctively against Choi Han, an unconscious display of comfort that sent a thrill through Choi Han. It was a rare moment for him, a moment where words were unnecessary, and the simple act of being together spoke louder than any dialogue. In this stillness, Cale’s presence was like a gentle whisper that filled the room with warmth.

As Choi Han focused on the sensation of Cale leaning into him, he felt a mixture of surprise and joy. His heart raced as he tilted his head, trying to understand the significance of this newfound closeness. What did it mean for Cale to lean against him like this? He found himself staring at Cale, searching for answers in those soft features.

In the quiet, Cale muttered while his gaze returned to the flickering images on the screen, “No use dwelling on that.” His voice was barely above a whisper, yet it resonated with a deeper understanding, perhaps hinting at thoughts he found difficult to articulate. Choi Han snapped his head forward, his mouth forming a small dot of confusion, the weight of that sentence settling in the air between them.

His heart raced, and he focused on the feeling of Cale leaning into him. The warmth radiating from their closeness, the rhythm of Cale’s breaths against his arm—all of it felt incredibly real. Choi Han couldn’t help but wonder if he was blushing; his mind was racing, lost in the warmth of the moment. It was as if an imaginary tail were wagging behind him, emblematic of the joy bubbling up inside him that he was unable to suppress.

Instinctively, he relaxed into the moment, allowing himself to enjoy this quiet intimacy. Choi Han felt the world outside fade away—the clamor of thoughts dampened as he focused on the soft weight of Cale resting against him. Despite the complexity that often danced in Cale’s eyes, here in this quiet space, simplicity reigned supreme.

As the movie played on, it was clear neither of them was fully invested in the plot. The night had cast an inky blanket over the city, the soft glow of the television flickering in the dimly lit living room, illuminating Cale’s features in ghostly shades of blue and white. The movie had long since ended, leaving behind a lingering silence that hung heavily in the air. Cale sat there, his beautiful shoulder-length crimson hair cascading like a waterfall of vibrant silk, catching the light with every subtle movement. It looked as if it had been meticulously dyed, but in truth, it was a rich hue that seemed to reflect the personality he so often concealed beneath his stoic demeanor.

His slim, frame melded into the couch, light downturned eyes glanced up at Choi Han. Cale's expression remained neutral, almost unreadable, a canvas untouched by emotion, yet there was a hint of warmth in his gaze that hinted he was listening, perhaps carefully cataloging every word.

Choi Han, ever the clumsy martial arts instructor, stood beside the couch, his own features a stark contrast to Cale’s aloofness. With his boyish charm, a gentle smile curled the corners of his mouth, illustrating the innocence and eagerness he carried. His heart raced at the thought of spending more time with Cale, his first foray into the complexities of dating. The vibrant energy of Choi Han's enthusiasm occasionally clashed with his natural clumsiness, making him endearing and somewhat awkward in the moment.

“Cale, it’s getting late,” Choi Han said, his voice softening as he took a step closer, the warmth of his presence contrasting with the coolness of the room. “I can walk you home.”

Cale paused, his expression unchanging as he weighed the offer. In his mind, he had already made up his decision. “Nah, I’ll just stay here,” he replied in his typical blunt manner, as if articulating an inconsequential fact rather than a personal sentiment.

“Oh yeah, good idea- W-wait what-” Choi Han's confident smile faltered for just an instant as he flinched at Cale’s flat tone. He looked down, momentarily caught off guard by the intensity of Cale’s blank stare. Yet there was something in those downturned eyes that captivated him, a sense of mystery that begged to be unraveled. Choi Han reached for Cale’s hands, their fingers brushing together as he held them between them. The closeness made his heart flutter with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice imbued with genuine concern.

“Don’t worry, I left some food for Raon at my apartment.” Cale’s tone was matter-of-fact, the kind of expression that had become his default. He was used to caring for his pet—efficiently, almost absentmindedly.

Choi Han, however, felt a wave of exasperation wash over him, his cheeks flushing with both frustration and something softer. “No, I meant you! Why do you want to stay over all of a sudden?” His voice wavered with genuine curiosity, laced with a hint of vulnerability. The unyielding certainty in Cale’s demeanor often made it hard for him to provide any glimpse into his internal world.

Cale tilted his head slightly, as if the conversation itself was dragging on too long. His eyes darted to the side, an almost imperceptible gesture that hinted at his discomfort with the personal nature of the inquiry. He shrugged, his silence an enigma that only deepened the mystery around him.

Choi Han, reluctant to let go of his hands, shook them gently, his grip both playful and earnest, like a eager puppy performing a trick for a treat. He wanted an answer, craved that glimpse beneath Cale’s stoicism. “Come on, just tell me.” he implored, his voice rising slightly in pitch, betraying a blend of frustration and affection.

With a sigh, Cale’s silky crimson hair slipped forward, cascading over his shoulders like a curtain dropped in front of a stage, shielding him away from the world. He lifted his gaze towards the flickering light of the television, the warm hues casting a soft glow over his features. The off-white hall lights pooled around him, illuminating the gentle brown of his eyes, which flickered like embers—a stunning contrast to the vibrant red that framed his face.

 Choi Han didn’t even catch what Cale had said. His mind was lost in the shared warmth of their bodies and the gentle rhythm of Cale’s breathing against him. The close atmosphere wrapped around them like a blanket, and for a moment, it felt like the outside world had faded away.

“Ah,” Choi Han finally snapped back to reality, confusion flooding his features. “Choi Han, hey.” Cale’s voice cut through his reverie, and Choi Han turned his attention to him, catching the way Cale rubbed the back of his head in an almost endearing manner. Cale’s expression held clarity, but there was an underlying honesty as he bluntly restated his reason for wanting to stay over.

“Want to… make love?” Cale repeated, his tone matter-of-fact yet soft.

The words hit Choi Han like a small family member jumping on him, knocking all the air out of his lungs. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard, and it felt as if the ground had shifted beneath him. His heart raced, taking him by surprise; he felt lightheaded, breathless, almost gasping. Cale’s straightforward approach left him momentarily speechless, and when the shock faded to realization, it was replaced by panic.

Before Cale could even reach out to check on him, he managed to stand straight, crossing his arms over his chest in an ‘X’ formation, as if that could somehow shield him from the weight of what was being proposed. His black hair fell into his eyes, and he shook his head vigorously as if trying to clear the whirlwind of thoughts. He could feel heat rising to his cheeks, like a pot of water bubbling over on the stove.

“I want to wait for marriage! So—so I can’t yet—” Choi Han exclaimed, his voice louder than he intended. He was caught off guard by his own outburst and knew the neighbors upstairs would probably complain later, but at that moment, all he could focus on was the mix of anxiety and determination that coursed through him.

Cale blinked, his expression shifting expressioness to a certain type of acceptance. "Choi Han… Same-sex marriage isn’t recognized in South Korea, right?" Cale stood quietly, watching as the weight of understanding settled upon Choi Han’s features. It was as if a light bulb had flickered to life in his mind, illuminating the truths they had danced around for so long. He could almost picture an imaginary dog tail drooping behind Choi Han, a whimsical manifestation of his conflicted emotions. The once brimming exuberance in Choi Han faded to a soft acceptance, and he nodded slowly, the gesture heavy with unspoken thoughts.

In that moment, Cale felt a strange shift in the dynamic between them. It was as if they had swapped the roles they usually played in their conversations. In the past, he had often been the one to navigate the turbulent waters of their discussions, but now it felt almost refreshing to see Choi Han grappling with his own feelings. While the pang of rejection still lingered in Cale’s heart, this change brought him a glimmer of solace. Maybe they were both learning that vulnerability could exist without judgment.

“Ughh…” Cale exhaled deeply, the sound escaping him like a gentle gust of wind. He shoved his hands into the comforting confines of his hoodie pockets, a familiar refuge for his restless fingers. “Have it your way,” he said with a hint of resignation, his voice trailing off like the last notes of a song.

Choi Han stood there, caught in the whirlwind of his thoughts. He glanced away, a rosy blush creeping onto his cheeks, a vivid hue against his pale skin. Cale could see the battle waging within him, an inner conflict that reminded him of a storybook hero wrestling with their own doubts. It was both endearing and bittersweet to witness.

As Cale bent down to slip on his shoes, he could hear the soft rustling of the world beyond the door—the faint chirping of birds preparing for the early spring, the gentle whisper of the wind carrying away the last remnants of winter. The cool rush of air flowed in when he turned the knob, as invigorating as a splash of water on a sleepy face.

For a brief moment, Cale paused, casting a glance back at Choi Han. He hadn’t expected his friend to say much, not with the way the conversation had unfolded, yet something seemed to shimmer in the air between them, a delicate promise of camaraderie and understanding. The door creaked open, revealing a world waiting for them, vibrant with life and possibilities.

Cale stood in the doorway, a soft breeze wrapping around him like a playful ribbon. His thoughts drifted, moving away from the weight of their earlier conversation. Instead, he found himself contemplating something far more immediate: the precious warmth of Choi Han's heater air that was seeping out into the chilly hall. He didn’t want to waste it standing around in indecision.

As if sensing Cale’s distraction, Choi Han suddenly closed the distance between them. The moment felt electric, charged with unspoken words and shared experiences. Cale watched as Choi Han raised his arm and, in a surprising, gentle gesture, wrapped it around Cale’s shoulders. For a fleeting second, everything else faded away, leaving just the two of them enveloped in each other’s presence.

“Mmmph...” came Choi Han’s muffled voice, soft and hesitant, as he buried his face into Cale’s shoulder. Choi han whispered something in Cales ear, his words punctuated by a sigh that felt almost like a confession. What he said with emotion that Cale knew would come apart in time.

Cale, feeling a warmth that had little to do with the heater, closed his eyes and allowed himself a small smile. In that moment, all the fears and uncertainties seemed to dissolve into thin air. The world outside felt distant and less threatening, as if the two of them were cocooned in their own little universe, untouched by anything that lay beyond that door.

With a chuckle, Cale absentmindedly began to pat Choi Han’s head. It was a reflex, one he often reserved for Raon. But in this instance, it felt fitting. Cale’s fingers combed through Choi Han’s hair, a gentle rhythm as if he were reassuring a nervous puppy. It was an instinctive act, one born from years of solitude and the desire to connect without the weight of words. Choi Han’s breath against his shoulder was warm and steady, a comforting anchor amidst the swirling chaos of their discussions from moments ago.

“Cale,” Choi Han murmured softly, pulling back just enough to look into Cale’s eyes. The vulnerability in his gaze sent a thrill through Cale. “I don’t want to rush things between us. It’s just… everything feels so new, you know?”

Cale nodded, the weight of Choi Han’s sincerity settling like a warm blanket around him. “I get it,” he replied, his voice quieter than usual. As Cale made his way back to his apartment, he passed bustling restaurants filled with couples enjoying romantic dinners. The snow, once festively blanketing the edges of the roads and bushes, was now beginning to melt, revealing patches of damp earth underneath. Cale couldn't help but wonder if, like the snow, his and Choi Han's love might one day fade away too.

Lost in his thoughts, his phone vibrated in his pocket, pulling him from his reverie. It was a message from Alberu: “Can’t get anything out of the boy. Can you come over?”

Cale sighed and quickly typed back, “Tomorrow. Tired.” He slipped his phone back into his pocket, the uncertainty of his feelings mingling with the chilly air around him as he continued his walk home.

Alberu's reply came through almost instantly: “You little—” followed by a growling emoji. Cale clicked his tongue in amusement. What a weird guy, and an even stranger texter, he thought as he ascended the stairs, his hair billowing behind him in the brisk, cold gusts of wind.

Finally reaching his apartment, Cale unlocked the door, and was immediately met with the familiar sound of excited barking. “Bark bark!” Raon insisted, scratching impatiently at the door until Cale finally unlocked it. The moment the door swung open, Cale was greeted by a whirlwind of chaos. A plant lay toppled on the shelf, its dirt scattered across the floor, and rolls of toilet paper were strewn across the couch, resembling a snowy disaster zone.

Raon, a fluffy little ball of black fur, bounced up to Cale’s ankles, looking up at him with a mix of disappointment and fierce indignation. Cale crouched down, meeting Raon’s gaze with a teasing smile. “Yeah, yeah... Sorry I didn’t bring you. Don’t hold it against me,” he chuckled as he dropped his keys onto the table with a loud clatter.

Raon let out a huff, as if to convey just how offended he was, but Cale knew better than to take it too seriously. With a fond shake of his head, he reached down to ruffle Raon's fur, ready to restore order to their little home.

“We can’t keep the kid all night, but we have no reason to bring him back if we send him out,” Alberu said, tugging at his hair in frustration. His eyes flicked toward the one-way glass, where Bud was keeping a close watch on the boy sitting in the interrogation room.

The boy, the younger brother of Ro Park, seemed entirely unfazed by the gravity of the situation. He was focused on making circles with the condensation from a cup of water on the table. With every swirl, he appeared to be lost in his own thoughts, oblivious to the tense atmosphere surrounding him.

Bud leaned closer to the glass, trying to gauge whether the boy was nervous or just bored.

Bud stared at Alberu, confusion evident on his face. “You think that kid is our killer?”

Alberu’s exhausted eyes, already heavy-lidded from poring over evidence for too long, widened momentarily. “Yes! I mean, well, no…but yeah,” he stammered, flustered. “Cale says we should look into Park Bo-Gum.”

He smothered his face into his hands, his fingertips digging into his brow as frustration radiated off him. “I don’t know what to do! He doesn’t want to come here—what could be so important?”

“Ah.” Bud's eyes widened as he chuckled, a thought crossing his mind about what could be happening with Cale and Choi Han at this late hour. The amusement quickly faded, replaced by a wave of sadness as he missed his girlfriend and wished he wasn’t stuck working so late himself.

“What's going on?” came a familiar, infuriatingly bratty voice. Bud turned to see Venison Stan, with his distinctive bob cut of blond hair and piercing green eyes, approaching them.

“Hm?”

Alberu straightened himself, suddenly face-to-face with his real rival—the so-called number one detective who he believed didn’t deserve that title, and oh, the captain’s son to boot.

“Having a little trouble?” Venison asked, a smirk spreading across his face as he casually picked up the case file and flipped through its pages, casting them only fleeting glances. The taunting arrogance practically radiated off him.

Alberu barely suppressed a groan. “What are you doing here, Venison? Shouldn’t you be off somewhere basking in your latest 'great' detective work?”

Venison shrugged, clearly unfazed by the jab. "Just checking in, you know. Might as well see how the competition is doing." He tapped the spine of the file with a finger, clearly interested yet playing it cool.

“We have a confession,” Alberu said, trying to keep his voice steady.

“From the kid?” Venison replied, a smirk creeping across his face, the disbelief apparent in his tone.

Alberu was deliberate in his words, meticulously choosing what to say next. He wouldn’t let this brat get under his skin—not while there were more pressing matters at hand, especially with someone like Cale involved. “No. But we have suspicions that he could—”

“You have a confession. But you're still working the case over some suspicions?” Venison interrupted, his voice dripping with condescension.

“This isn’t your case, Detective Stan.” Alberu maintained his tone, trying to exude authority as he held out his hand for the file.

Venison scoffed but, with a mock gesture of compliance, placed the file into Alberu's dark-skinned hand. “I'll tell my father you’re wasting the department’s time—and staff.”

“Go ahead,” Alberu replied, his patience fraying but his determination intact. “You can tell him that we're following legitimate leads, unlike whatever half-baked ideas you and your father might be conjuring up.”

Bud shifted uncomfortably, sensing the tension rise between the two. “Maybe we should just—”

Alberu stood at the door to the interrogation room, feeling an overwhelming sense of frustration simmer beneath the calm exterior he projected. He mentally cursed Cale, who had somehow become the catalyst for this unexpected confrontation. With his hand resting on the door, he let his gaze drift past Venison, focusing instead on the task at hand.

“But you could instead tell your father to actually put the consultant—he specifically chose, mind you—to work fully during his hours,” Alberu said, maintaining a respectful tone despite the irritation lacing his words. He added in his mind, ‘And to not just come and go as he pleases, that strawberry-haired slob.’

Venison’s expression morphed into one of satisfaction, a sly smile creeping across his lips as he crossed his arms. He turned slightly, as if amused by Alberu's audacity. “You really think you’re clever, don’t you?”

“Clever enough to know that your father deserves to have his best consultants working instead of wandering everywhere,” Alberu replied,twisting into a smirk. “But, you know it’s not like Cale’s just a freeloader; he’s the best when he actually bothers to do his job.”

With a cocky flourish, Venison began to walk away, still casting one last glance over his shoulder. “I’ll make sure to mention your little suggestion to Father. It’s always fun to stir the pot. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even drop a hint that you could use a bit of help with your precious case.”

“Just do your job, Stan,” Alberu muttered, annoyed but unwilling to let Venison’s taunting get the better of him. He pushed the door open slightly, ready to enter the interrogation room and gather his thoughts.

The door clicked shut behind Alberu, and he pulled the chair back with a soft scrape against the floor. The boy, Park Bo-Gum, was still fixated on the metal table, tracing little water-drawn circles that had long since dried up. It was as if he were trying to escape the reality of the situation, retreating further into his own mind with every stroke.

“Hello again, Park-ssi,” Alberu greeted, keeping his tone even, almost gentle.

“My sister didn’t do it,” the boy parroted, the words now sounding almost rehearsed, a mantra he clung to for comfort.

“Yes, but if you know anything else about who she could be protecting…?” Alberu pressed, leaning slightly forward, wanting to draw the boy out but also wanting to respect the fragile nature of his resolve.

Park Bo-Gum kept his hands clenched tightly in his lap, his eyes still evading contact. “I don’t know,” he replied, the defiance in his voice barely masking the underlying fear.

“Did your sister tell you not to say anything?” Alberu continued, choosing his words carefully.

“No,” the boy answered, leaning back in his seat as if the weight of the interrogation were pushing him down. He looked tired, worn out by the cycle of questions that led him nowhere.

Alberu took a deep breath, trying to navigate the situation delicately. “Park-ssi,” he said softly, “I understand that this is hard, but protecting someone who may be involved in something serious could put both you and your sister in danger. It’s okay to share what you know.”

The boy finally lifted his gaze, meeting Alberu’s eyes, though his expression was one of confusion and distress. “I really don’t know anything,” he insisted, vulnerability creeping into his voice. 

Alberu removed his hat, running a hand through his hair as he exhaled slowly. The familiar gesture was meant to ease his own tension, but as he glanced around the dimly lit room, he couldn't shake the feeling that an invisible weight pressed down on them both. Despite his friendly demeanor, the atmosphere felt stifling, thick with unspoken fears and stubborn silence.

Rosalyn snapped off her bloody gloves with a practiced efficiency, feeling the rush of adrenaline begin to fade from her system. She stepped on the pedal of the trash can, and the lid swung open to accept the evidence of her grim work. The faint metallic scent of blood lingered in the air, mixing with the antiseptic sterility of the coroner’s office, a reminder of the life that had just been extinguished.

Behind her, the digital screen displayed a DNA match—a stark testament to the meticulous nature of her job. The profile of the deceased man was prominent on the screen, his details cataloged in a neat, orderly fashion while the body on the gurney remained covered with a white sheet, a shroud concealing more than just a lifeless form. Rosalyn took a moment to regard the figure beneath the fabric, the weight of the life lost pressing heavily on her shoulders despite her professional detachment.

She turned her gaze back to the screen, scrolling through the information. The bio indicated that he was a local businessman, someone who had a presence in the community—the kind of person people would remember. But now, all that remained was the cold data and the reality that this man would never return to those who knew him, leaving behind unanswered questions and whispered rumors.

Rosalyn studied the body on the gurney, noting the discoloration of the skin in the areas where blood had settled due to gravity. It was a stark reminder of her role as a coroner: to meticulously observe and document every detail, to piece together the story that the physical evidence would reveal. She adjusted her red hair, tying it back more securely with a hairband, and glanced down at her white lab coat, which was slightly rumpled from the hurried pace of her past few days. The blue scrub apron added a splash of color, but it did little to mask the exhaustion etched on her face.

With a sigh, she picked up the file that had been placed beside the gurney and began flipping through the pages. It was a comprehensive collection of reports, descriptions, and photographs. Everything appeared to be in order, and she confirmed that the findings matched her observations. She was grateful for her assistant, who had taken over during her brief absence—but she was equally aware that she needed to dive back in and reclaim her cases.

Two long days had passed since her breakup. Rosalyn wasn’t one to dwell on her personal life at work, but the fresh sting of the split still lingered, dulling her focus at times. The guy she'd been with had said she was distant, always buried in her work. To him, it had probably seemed like a lack of interest, but the truth was that her passion for her job and her dedication to uncovering the truth had always burned bright, even amidst the chaos of personal turmoil.

“If he thinks I’m going to change for anyone, he doesn’t really know me,” she muttered under her breath, brushing the thought aside as she concentrated on the task at hand. Helpfully, her assistant had left detailed notes and updates, making it easier to adjust back into the rhythm of the job. “Good job, although you missed a bruise,” the assistant said, tilting their head as they examined the body once more. Rosalyn’s heart sank momentarily; she had been meticulous, but she knew how easily even the smallest detail could slip through the cracks.

“We need to document everything,” the assistant emphasized, their voice steady and clear. “Every small particulate we find goes to forensics, and this concerning bruise needs to be reported to the authorities. It could tell us something important about what happened.”

Rosalyn nodded, feeling a mix of frustration and understanding. She had been under pressure since her return, and she should have caught it. The assistant pointed to the marked area on the lower waist where a deep, unnatural bruise stood out against the pallor of the corpse's skin. It was clearly the result of blunt force trauma, perhaps the strike that led to his fatal fall from the abandoned factory.

“I’ll note it in the findings,” said Rosalyn, grabbing a pen and adding the bruising details to the report. “It’s possible this could link to a struggle. We’ll need to pass this along to the detectives.”

Once she finished signing the paperwork confirming that the findings of death from a fall were accurate, she took a deep breath, brushing her fingers along the file. It was frustrating to think how much detail was often overlooked in a rush, but she knew that every observation compounded into the bigger picture.

After organizing the documents and preparing them for transfer to the detective’s office, Rosalyn realized how late it had become. The fluorescent lights overhead hummed with a soft buzz, and a fatigue settled over her like a shroud. The day had worn down her already frayed energy, and she could feel the weight of her emotions pulling her back toward the thoughts she’d tried to push aside.

With a sigh, she slid off her scrubs and folded the clean garment neatly. Her white lab coat hung on a nearby hook as she tossed her used scrubs into the hamper and readied herself to leave. After a final glance back at the examination room, she grabbed her bag and stepped outside, leaving the sterile chill of the morgue behind.

Rosalyn's heart raced as her instincts kicked in, the familiar weight of the pepper spray in her hand calm her nerves a fraction. She had learned to be cautious, especially alone at night. The figure emerging from the shadows hadn’t been a welcome sight, not after the long day she had endured.

"Agh, no, no! It’s me!" Bud exclaimed, lifting his hands in mock surrender. He was still in his uniform from the precinct, a badge gleaming under the flickering lights of the parking lot.

She lowered the spray, her heart finally settling back into a steady rhythm. “Bud! You scared the life out of me!” Rosalyn chuckled, both relieved and annoyed at the same time. “What are you doing lurking in the shadows like some sort of horror movie character?”

Bud grinned, his easy demeanor providing a stark contrast to the tension from her night at the morgue. “Just got off my shift and thought I’d check in on you. Didn’t know I’d give you a heart attack in the process, though.” He leaned against her car, crossing his arms, his expression shifting to one of concern as he sensed her lingering stress. “How are you holding up? I've heard things have been busy.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” she replied, tucking the pepper spray back into her purse, a gesture that marked the transition from defensive to relaxed. “I just wrapped up a case that has more layers than I initially realized. And, you know, it’s been a little hectic with everything else.”

Bud’s brow furrowed slightly. “You still thinking about pursuing forensics? I know you’ve always had a knack for it.”

Rosalyn nodded, a bittersweet smile forming. “I was really into it, but it never quite worked out the way I hoped. Being a coroner lets me dabble in it while still doing my job, but…” She paused, contemplating how to express the conflicted feelings. “Sometimes I feel like I’m on the outside looking in.”

Rosalyn nudged Bud's shoulder lightly, a playful gesture meant to ease the lingering tension from the earlier scare. As she slid the pepper spray back into her purse, she felt a rush of relief wash over her; it had been a spontaneous, almost embarrassing reaction, and she was glad to be able to laugh it off.

Bud watched her, his eagerness cutting through the night. "Hey, want to go drinking with me?" he asked, his smile bright and inviting, but there was an underlying understanding in his eyes. Despite the casual demeanor, he knew her well enough to recognize the shadows that had crept into her smile lately.

Rosalyn tilted her head slightly, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she crossed her arms. "Nobody else said yes, huh? Not even your girlfriend?" She knew Bud had probably reached out to Cale or Choi Han first, his go-to buddies for nights out.

Bud feigned a dramatic gasp, placing his hand over his heart. “No! I’m all alone… Everyone’s so busy and—” He buried his face in his arm, pretending to cry, which made her laugh.

“So… I was your last resort?” she pressed, raising an eyebrow as she stepped closer to him.

He quickly waved his hands in front of him, shaking his head. “N-no! Of course not! You’re my first choice! It’s just... everyone else has commitments, and I thought—”

“Sure you did,” she interrupted, still smiling as she walked past him..  Bud chuckled and followed her, appreciating her ability to lift his spirits even amidst his own self-pity. As she turned, the long, flowing skirt she had changed into fluttered gently around her ankles, making her look effortlessly graceful. The cozy sweater she wore added to the warmth of her appearance, a stark contrast to the chill of the night air. a gust of cold wind swept by, whipping through the parking lot and lifting her hair slightly. Rosalyn shivered, pulling her sweater closer around her as she laughed. “Oh-Oh! you’re coming, Great! There’s that little bar down the street that just opened. Heard it has good food and even better cocktails,” he suggested, his tone hopeful. “Sounds perfect,” she agreed, sometimes bumping into him as they walked. The warmth of his presence and the ease of their banter wrapped around her like her cozy sweater; it felt good to have someone who she could count on.

“Alright, let’s go! I’ll treat you to the first round,” Bud said, his mood noticeably brighter as he opened the car door for her.

“Not necessary, but I appreciate it,” she replied, sliding into the passenger seat. He shut the door and hurried around to the driver’s side, the laughter they had shared easing the tension that had settled in her chest.

As they drove, the city lights flickered past them, illuminating the night, and Rosalyn felt a sense of comfort wash over her. They turned up the music, making the drive feel even more lively, and she couldn’t help but sing along, her mood lifting higher with each note.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” she asked, turning to him with genuine curiosity.

Bud glanced over, his gaze thoughtful. “Honestly? I just want to have fun, forget about work for a bit, and make sure you have a good time too. No heavy conversations, just good music and laughter.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Choi Han stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the early morning light casting a soft glow through the window. He absently brushed his teeth, his mind racing with thoughts that had nothing to do with his dental hygiene. The small towel draped over his shoulder was his only comfort, an ordinary routine that had turned into a source of anxiety.

As the sound of the doorbell echoed through the apartment, he paused, toothbrush halfway to his mouth. “I-I don’t know what to say yet, shit…” he muttered under his breath, feeling a familiar tightness in his chest. Choi Han's demeanor shifted dramatically whenever Cale wasn't around; he felt lighter around his friend but heavier on his own.

He rinsed his mouth quickly and wiped his hands on the towel, giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts. Part of him wanted to ignore the doorbell, but the more rational part nudged him forward.

 Choi Han opened the door, greeted by the sight of Rosalyn standing there, her smile warm but tinged with concern. Her brows were slightly furrowed, suggesting she wasn’t feeling her best. Beside her, Bud leaned heavily against the door frame, looking worse for wear.

“Hi! Choi Han!” Rosalyn exclaimed, her voice bright, but the discomfort in her expression betrayed her playful facade.

“Ughhh…” Bud groaned, his usually vibrant blue hair in disarray, strands sticking out at odd angles, and his glasses askew on his nose.

Choi Han felt a mix of concern and amusement wash over him. “Is he okay?” he asked, stepping aside to let them in.

“Not exactly…” Rosalyn replied, her hand gently pushing Bud’s shoulder to coax him inside. “He may have overdone it a bit last night.”

“Overdone it?” Choi Han asked, glancing between them with a wry smile. “Your definition of a good time must be different from mine.”

Bud let out a dramatic sigh as he trudged inside, his eyes half-lidded. “I regret everything,” he muttered, collapsing onto the couch with a thump.

Choi Han laughed lightly, the sound breaking the tension. “You should know your limits by now, Bud.”

Rosalyn looked behind Choi Han, a playful glint in her eyes. “Where's Cale?” she chuckled, remembering the lighthearted teasing she and Bud had indulged in while they were both tipsy the night before. They had joked about what Choi Han and Cale might have been up to while they were out celebrating.

“Huh?” Choi Han turned back to Rosalyn, his eyes open for information. “Did he talk to you?”

Rosalyn shook her head, her expression shifting as she began to piece everything together, last night must have not gone as wel as they hoped.  “Oh…” she said, her tone changing as she understood how that could come off. Bud, still slumped over, perked up slightly. “Cale still in bed or something? What could he possibly be doing that’s more exciting than last night?” He let out a hearty laugh, still trying to shake off the remnants of his hangover.

But before he could finish his thought, Rosalyn playfully covered Bud’s mouth with her hand.

Rosalyn smiled warmly at Choi Han as he turned away, heading toward the kitchen to feed the kittens. Once he was out of earshot, she leaned closer to Bud and whispered, “You idiot! I know you’re drunk enough to be sick, but not that drunk to do that to Choi Han.”

Bud shivered, his posture slumping against her like a scolded sack of potatoes. “Hey, how was i supposed to know?!” he protested weakly, but the sheepish grin on his face betrayed his embarrassment.

Changing the subject, Rosalyn asked, “So… what did you do on Valentine’s Day?” She hadn’t been able to ask about his plans earlier because she was caught up in work, trying to make up for the two-day break she’d taken.

Before Bud could respond, Choi Han returned from the kitchen, petting one of the kittens who had followed him. He looked thoughtful as he spoke. “Cale-nim and I watched a movie,” he said, his tone softening as he glanced down at the playful little creature in his hands.

“Oh, really?” Rosalyn said, intrigued. “What movie did you watch?”

Choi Han shrugged, brushing his fingers through the kitten’s fur. “Just something lighthearted. We shared some snacks and… I don’t know, it was nice.” He smiled, though a hint of shyness flickered across his face as he recalled the night.

Bud propped himself up slightly, suddenly interested. “So, it was a cozy Valentine’s then? Just the two of you?” His tone was teasing but friendly, eager to hear more.

“Yeah… just us,” Choi Han replied, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he continued to pet the kitten, clearly caught off guard by the attention. “We talked a lot too. I think it was more about enjoying each other’s company than the movie itself.”

Rosalyn smiled knowingly, wishing she could have seen the moment. “That sounds really sweet. I’m glad you had a nice time.”

Bud made an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. “And here I am, thinking I’d have some scandalous stories to indulge in.”

Just as Rosalyn was finding comfort in the conversation, Bud suddenly gagged, the sound emanating from deep within his throat. Panic flickered across his face, but he quickly remembered Rosalyn’s warning from earlier about keeping his cool. Quietly, he excused himself and made a beeline for the bathroom, hoping to avoid any potential mess.

Rosalyn shook her head, amused but somewhat sympathetic, before turning her attention back to Choi Han, who had walked over from the kitchen, his innocent eyes glancing up at her. “Sorry we had to pop over. It’s been a while, though,” she said, taking a seat on the couch.

Choi Han’s expression subtly shifted, a hint of concern creeping into his eyes as he recalled Rosalyn’s recent breakup. “How are you doing?” he asked softly, genuinely interested in her well-being.

“Oh, me?” Rosalyn replied with a bright smile, trying to sound upbeat. “I’m great! I mean, honestly, I never should have gotten involved with a guy who didn’t even use shampoo, anyway,” she added with a playful roll of her eyes, making light of the situation.

Choi Han chuckled, though it was tinged with a sense of sympathy. “I guess that makes sense. You deserve someone who takes care of themselves—and you.”

Rosalyn nodded, feeling a warmth in her chest at Choi Han’s caring nature. “It’s nice to know you think so,” she said, grateful for his friendship. “I’ve realized I need someone who matches my energy and values. It’s all part of the learning experience, right?”

"Definitely," Choi Han agreed, tilting his head slightly, his brow furrowing in thought. “It takes time, but you’ll find someone who appreciates everything about you.”

She smiled, appreciating his reassurance. “Thanks, Choi Han.”

Just then, Bud stumbled back into the living room, looking slightly pale but otherwise okay. “I think I’m okay now,” he said, his voice a little shaky as he tried to regain his composure. “But wow, anyone else feel like that was a bit much?”

Rosalyn and Choi Han both chuckled as Bud flopped onto the couch beside her, clearly still a bit dazed.

 She patted the spot next to her. Bud emerged from teh hall and  he sat on the carpet, Choi han sits down curious for Roselyn. “Thats good then?” Roselyn nodded a strong smile on her and then she picked up choi hans hands, “But what about you?” Bud told me Cale was busy late last night?” Choi han leaned back, and put his hands between his knees, hsi head bowed like a kid who thinks they did wrong. “Is it wrong to want to wait for marriage…?” Rosalyn blinked and then leaned to be in Choi Hans eye view beyond his bangs. “Hey, thats perfectly fine, did you explain why-” 

However, her expression softened as she took Choi Han's hands in hers. "But what about you? Bud told me you and Cale were busy together late last night."

She looked over at Bud, who gave a sheepish nod, confirming that he wasn't lying. Choi Han leaned back a little, placing his hands between his knees as his head bowed—he looked uncharacteristically shy, like a kid who feared he'd done something wrong.

"Is it wrong to want to wait for marriage...?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rosalyn blinked at him, then leaned in to get a better view of his eyes that peeked out from beneath his bangs. "Hey, that’s perfectly fine. Did you explain why—"

Bud interrupted, pushing his crooked glasses back into place, his tone a mix of seriousness and playful mischief. "Dude, Korea doesn’t recognize same-sex marriages, y’know—"

Rosalyn kicked Bud lightly on the knee, cutting him off. "Ow! How are you so strong?!" he exclaimed, wriggling around on the floor like a worm.

Choi Han looked between them, his expression still serious but a hint of amused confusion danced in his eyes. “Cale-nim said the same thing,” he admitted, his tone soft but thoughtful.

Rosalyn sighed, her heart aching a little for Choi Han. Rosalyn made a face to the side, eyebrows raised in disbelief. She could easily imagine Cale doing something like that—bringing up a heavy topic when everyone least expected it. "Well… I’m sure he understands," she said, trying to keep her tone light. "But wait, who brought it up in the first place then?"

Choi Han shifted uncomfortably, his cheeks turning pink as he recalled the conversation. "He did," he admitted, looking down at his hands. "I know... I had never thought about that being brought up by him."

Rosalyn couldn't help but chuckle. “Can you believe it? Just a year ago, Cale was going on about how sex was useless and a waste of energy.” She shook her head, trying to grasp the change in her friend's viewpoint.

Choi Han's face turned an even deeper shade of red, his brow furrowing in embarrassment as the memory of their conversation replayed in his mind. “I never imagined he would be the one to initiate that discussion… Maybe I could say something better to him later,” he mused, the gears in his head visibly turning as he contemplated what to say.

“Like what?” Rosalyn asked playfully, leaning in closer. “’Hey Cale, remember when you said sex was a waste? Well, surprise!’”

Choi Han let out a nervous laugh, but just as quickly felt serious again. “No, seriously. I just… I’m trying to figure out how to navigate this. It’s confusing. I want to make sure he understands where I’m coming from without making it awkward.”

Bud, still on the floor but now tuning into the conversation, said, “Why not just be honest? Just say how you feel and see where it goes from there. It’s better than pretending everything’s fine when you’re not sure.”

Choi Han nodded, appreciating Bud’s straightforwardness, yet the embarrassment was still etched on his face. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just want to avoid any misunderstandings, especially after how last night went.”

Bud blinked as he took in the sight of the two troubled faces in front of him. Choi Han was still processing everything—that mix of embarrassment and uncertainty tangled up in his expression—as Rosalyn provided him with a sense of warmth and support. Bud felt a wave of relief wash over him; after everything that had happened, he was glad to be in a better place, even if it was a brief reprieve. Still, the familiar responsibility of his job loomed over him, reminding him that he needed to head back to the station.

“Well, I gotta go…” Bud announced, reluctantly standing up from his spot on the floor, where he had managed to tuck himself into a comfortable position. He stretched his arms above his head, trying to shake off the lingering fatigue while glancing at his friends. “Thanks for helping me out, seriously.” His eyes darted from Choi Han to Rosalyn, genuine gratitude shining through.

“Anytime, Bud,” Choi Han replied, a faint smile breaking through his earlier distress. “Just be sure to take care of yourself, okay?”

Bud nodded appreciatively, feeling supported despite the weight of the day’s events. He moved toward the door, opening it slowly while looking back one last time. “Make sure you two talk about what you really want. Don’t let the things left unsaid pile up,” he added, his tone shifting to a more sincere note before stepping out.

Choi Han walked toward the door, instinctively reaching to close it behind Bud, but Rosalyn was hot on his heels. “I should go, too,” she said, stopping short just before Choi Han could shut the door entirely. “Want me to talk to Cale for you? I can try to smooth things over if you need it.”

Choi Han felt a swell of gratitude in his chest, moved by her kind offer. “Thank you,” he said earnestly, his normally bright eyes glinting with appreciation. The thought of Rosalyn stepping in to help him navigate this complicated situation with Cale was a relief.

“No problem! Friends help each other out, right?” she said, grinning widely as she raised her fist in a playful gesture, one that signified camaraderie and support.

“Right,” Choi Han echoed, a warmth unfurling in his chest. Despite the anxiety still buzzing through him, it felt good to know he wasn’t alone in this.

With a cheerful bounce in her step, Rosalyn walked out into the hallway, glancing back one last time. “See ya! Good luck!” she called, her smile infectious.

“See ya…” Choi Han replied, watching her disappear down the corridor.

As Choi Han closed the door behind Rosalyn, a wave of gratefulness washed over him. He was lucky to have such caring friends who were willing to help him navigate the complexities of his feelings. Taking a moment to let the silence settle, he noticed On weaving in and out around his legs, her sleek body brushing against him as she mewed softly.

“Nyaa?” she called out, her bright green eyes looking up at him with innocent curiosity.

With a gentle smile, Choi Han bent down and scooped her up into his arms. “Hey, little one,” he said softly, cradling her against his chest. “I guess it’s just you and me now.” He started to walk to the living room, where he had a clear view of the food bowls. “I know Cale isn’t mad about it, but it’s really bothering me now. I just want what’s best for him—or for us,” he confessed, his voice low as if he were revealing a secret to his feline companion.

On stared back at him, tilting her head as if she understood. Of course, she had no clue about the tangled emotions swirling in Choi Han’s heart, but she seemed to sense his unease nonetheless. He chuckled softly at her obliviousness.

…

In the corner, Hong, was sprawled out next to the food bowls, deeply in slumber.

Cale stepped into the bustling atmosphere of the police station, the familiar scent of coffee and old paperwork hitting him as he moved through the entrance. He was dressed in a plain black hoodie and jeans—practical and comfortable. Who had money to throw away on ripped jeans, anyway? He’d never understand that trend.

As he made his way past the desks, the sounds of phones ringing and the chatter of officers filled the air. But one person stood out amidst the chaos: Alberu. He leaned against his desk, arms crossed, a deep frown etched on his face as if he'd been waiting for Cale's arrival with bated breath.

“Okay, which room—” Cale began, but Alberu interrupted him.

“We let him go,” he said, closing his eyes as if bracing himself for the fallout that was sure to come.

“Ah,” Cale responded, a sinking feeling settling in his stomach. He didn’t need to ask why; he could already guess the answer.

“That’s it? An ‘ah’? I thought you had some idea on how to get more information, but you didn’t even tell me what you were thinking not once!” Alberu’s frustration bubbled over, and he slumped into his chair with a rough thud.

Cale looked away, feigning innocence as his lips curled into a pout. “Well… take me to the orphanage the kid goes to,” he suggested nonchalantly, trying to sound casual despite the weight behind his words.

Alberu paused, his elbows resting on the desk as he considered Cale's proposition. “You want to talk to him? I’m sorry, but I don’t take you as one to be good with kids,” he replied, raising an eyebrow skeptically. His earlier frustration faded just a bit as he tried to weigh the usefulness of Cale’s idea.

 “Just let me talk to him,” Cale insisted, leaning over Detective Alberu's desk, the urgency in his voice mixing with a hint of playfulness. He was so close that he could see the slight furrow in Alberu's brow, his expression a blend of annoyance and curiosity.

“Woah! God… I’m going nuts… The coroner found a bruise unusually low if that was the hit made by our suspect,” Alberu replied, tilting his head back slightly as he blinked up at Cale, momentarily distracted by the sudden close proximity.

Cale’s mind raced, taking in the new information. “Alberu,” he started, his tone shifting from urgent to serious as he noted the potential implications of this finding.

Alberu looked up again, rubbing his right temple with one hand, a gesture that showed he was already feeling the weight of the situation. “What? Don’t call me by my first name, Cale,” he replied, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.

Cale shrugged, a small smile creeping onto his face as he turned around, walking out of the detective’s office. “Just keep that in mind,” he called over his shoulder, his tone light but imbued with gravity.

Alberu sighed, leaning back in his chair, contemplating the risks. “Alright. But if it doesn’t go well, we’re pulling you out of there immediately. I’m serious, Cale. We do this smart. The last thing we need is for the kid to feel cornered.”

“Agreed,” Cale said, relief flooding through him at Alberu’s reluctant acceptance. “I’ll approach it like any other interview, just with a softer touch. Kids talk a lot when they feel safe.”

“Fine. Let’s make it quick, then.” Alberu stood up and grabbed his jacket, clearly still a bit reluctant but willing to follow Cale’s lead. “And make sure you’re ready to deal with whatever he says. Sometimes, kids can be blunt.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Cale replied, a small smile breaking through as he followed Alberu out of the office and into the busy corridors lined with officers going about their duties.

They reached the parking lot.

“Hey, Bud!” Rosalyn called out, catching up to him and smiling as she fell into step beside him. “Oh, thanks for carrying me over here, Ros. I’m fine now, though…” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling a bit sheepish.

“I’m not here to help you,” she retorted quickly with a smirk. “We work at the same building. Remember?”

Bud opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off with a playful raise of her hand, silencing him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Just then, a notification dinged from Bud’s phone, drawing his attention. He pulled it out, his expression shifting as he began texting.

Rosalyn looked up at him, curiosity piqued. “Girlfriend…?” she prompted, her grin widening. She had always been fascinated by her friends' personal lives, eager for any bits of gossip.

“Uh-huh,” Bud replied, nodding with a hint of pride that flickered across his face. This small admission felt monumental; it was the first time he was really sharing something significant, and it felt good to connect with Rosalyn about it.

“Wow, look at you! My little lovebird!” Rosalyn teased, nudging him playfully.

Bud chuckled lightly. “She wants to make up for her working last night,” he explained, a hint of enthusiasm in his voice as they ambled down the bustling street, the sun casting a warm glow that made the city feel alive.

Rosalyn clapped her hands together, her excitement palpable. “Good for you~!” she exclaimed, a teasing lilt in her tone.

They kept walking, the sounds of the city waking up around them. Street vendors began setting up their carts, coffee shops opened their doors, and more people filtered out onto the sidewalks, chatting and laughing as the world shifted into motion.

“Hey,” Bud said, trying to keep his tone casual as he turned to Rosalyn, “do you think Choi Han can hold out… until well, his hope for marriage?” He dropped the question as if it were light—an everyday topic—but there was an underlying curiosity in his voice.

Rosalyn paused, putting her chin between her thumb and index finger, mimicking a thoughtful pose. “Hmm… nope,” she replied confidently, shaking her head with a smirk that suggested she was all too aware of the dynamics at play.

Bud blinked, taken aback by the immediate response from his wise friend. “Really? Just like that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

On a calm Sunday afternoon, the air felt serene and unhurried. Alberu gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles pale. “Alright, you've got five minutes. He’s over by the sidewalk,” he instructed, casting a glance in the direction of the boy.

Cale nodded, feeling a sense of familiarity wash over him as he recognized the orphanage that stood nearby. He stepped out of the car, approaching the young boy who was staring in wonder, clearly lost in his thoughts and oblivious to the outside world.

“Park Bo-Gum?” Cale called gently, hands resting at his sides and concealed within the comforting fabric of his black hoodie. “Hey,” he greeted, trying to keep his tone casual.

Meanwhile, in the car parked across the street, Alberu's frustration bubbled over. “Don’t sound so shady!” he scolded into the radio connected to Cale’s earpiece, his voice laced with irritation.

Cale winced as he tapped his ear, the volume loud enough to jolt him. 

“You know my name?” Park Bo-Gum asked, narrowing his eyes as he glanced from Cale to the car, realization dawning that Cale was with the police.

“Can’t you just leave me alone? I already told you everything,” he added defensively, gripping his backpack tightly.

Cale took a breath, trying to exude calmness despite the tension. “No, you’re not done yet… but let me share what I know,” he said, his gaze drifting to the fenced playground nearby. A few children from the orphanage were running around, laughter mingling with the distant sounds of chatter as others sat eating lunch.

“You love your sister,” Cale continued, turning his focus back to Bo-Gum, “so you didn’t trust her new boyfriend.” He inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the words he wanted to say next, but his mind went blank when it came to the dead man's name. For a moment, he faltered, but he quickly adapted. “You felt protective, didn’t you? At that old factory. Did she sneak you out of the orphanage without signing you out?” Cale prodded, his voice steady, though he noted the way the boy flinched at the question.

Cale pretended not to notice, keeping his expression neutral. The discomfort in Bo-Gum’s eyes spoke volumes, piecing together bits of the story that had led them to this moment. So that explains how the boy had an “alibi,” he thought, frustration creeping in.

With a sigh, Cale felt the heaviness of the case pressing down on him.

“So—” the boy interrupted, his voice urgent, “my sister didn’t do it.” His hands gripped the straps of his backpack tightly, his knuckles white with tension. Cale nodded, understanding that the boy felt a fierce loyalty to her.

“Yeah, I know,” Cale replied, watching the boy’s eyes widen in surprise.

“You do?” Bo-Gum asked, hope mixing with confusion.

“Mhm…” Cale nodded, his gaze distant. “That place—they make you carry your things in trash bags, right? As if you don’t matter enough to have anything special.” His words hung in the air, visceral and raw, sinking deep into the boy’s chest.

“Hyung,” the boy said softly, and Cale felt a jolt. ‘Did he just call me hyung?’ He turned away momentarily, trying to blur the cringe he felt in his chest.

“Yeah?” he replied, his voice raspier than he intended.

“Was the food always this bad?” Bo-Gum asked, a hint of a smile trying to break through the weight of the moment.

Cale blinked, memories flooding back, and he regained his composure, adopting a solemn look. “Yeah, sorry,” he said, almost apologetically. The laughter of the children in the background felt both distant and comforting. The boy shrugged, “So why are you here, if you know my sister didnt do it?” 

The boy shrugged, a mix of defiance and desperation in his posture. “So why are you here, if you know my sister didn’t do it?” His voice wavered, yet there was a flicker of hope in his eyes, like he was grasping at a lifeline.

Cale allowed himself a moment to collect his thoughts, glancing at Alberu for a sign before responding. “Because… it was an accident, you know it was,” he began, his tone measured yet gentle, trying to soften the blow of the truth. “He wanted to run away with your sister, but you didn’t want that. You got upset…” He paused, causing the weight of the words to linger in the air between them. The tension was palpable, and then he heard a quiet sniffle beside him.

“He fell,” Cale said softly, like it was a conclusion, a period at the end of a painful sentence. “Your sister, of course, chose to turn herself in.”

“No! She didn’t do it,” the boy cried out suddenly, his face contorting with anguish. Tears pooled in his eyes, threatening to spill over, but he held them back with fierce determination. “She’s not guilty!”

Cale felt the sting of his words, the weight of reality crashing down around them. “The police are already taking her to prison. She’s guilty in their eyes,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

In the background, he could hear Alberu’s voice crackling over the radio, a diversion of sort. “Hey, that’s not true! The case is still open—”

Cale ignored him, focusing instead on the boy, who now stared blankly at the floor as if it held the answers to all his fears. “No…” The words tumbled out of the boy’s mouth, heavy with guilt. “I did it. I pushed him. I—I did it! Not nuna!” The broken syllables choked out between sobs. “It was an accident, but she didn’t—she didn’t… don’t let her go to prison. It’s my fault.”

Cale’s heart sank. The raw vulnerability of the boy's confession pierced through the heaviness of the room, and he looked at Alberu, who stood there staring at his radio, his hands trembling slightly in disbelief.

“Uh… good job?” Alberu finally managed, though his voice was unsteady. “We got him.”

But the way he said it hung in the air, the realization that this was a child speaking, revealing a truth buried deep in his heart.

Choi Han lay sprawled on the couch, his face pressed into the soft cushion, a cloud of thoughts swirling in his mind. He turned his head to glance at his phone, the screen flashing back at him with that same persistent green hue. No reply from Cale. Frustration bubbled up as he replayed the image of his own last message: “Can we talk, nothing serious. *Cat holding heart emoji*”

With a heavy sigh, Choi Han closed his eyes, memories tumbling into focus like autumn leaves swirling in a breeze. He thought back to when they first met.

The sun was past its peak, casting a warm, golden hue over the room that draped everything in a soft glow. The light wove its way through the open window blinds, creating a patchwork of brightness on the floor. It was a scene that the cats had grown fond of—tiny golden puddles where they could bask and stretch luxuriously in the sun's embrace.

Choi Han's mind drifted to that sunny afternoon long ago, a time that felt so distant yet held the warmth of childhood innocence. He could still picture the sun filtering through the kitchen window as his mother sat him down, her voice calm and soothing, discussing the marvels of life and love. “So… do you understand how babies are made now?” she'd asked, her smile reassuring as he nodded earnestly, his innocent eyes wide with curiosity.

He remembered the way she had explained it all, her words sweet and tender, emphasizing that the bond created through love was something sacred. “But people who only have babies after marriage are blessed, to be together forever. Did you know?” Her words had hung in the air like a gentle melody, pausing only for his astonished response. “Really, Mom?” he had asked, and her nod felt like a warm embrace, her touch as she stroked his hair a promise that no matter what, he would always be loved.

Now, as he sat on the edge of the couch, surveying his phone, her words echoed in his mind, reminding him of the simple, yet profound, truths of love and connection. He hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to text Cale again, the fear of seeming clingy pulling at him. He wanted to reach out but wasn’t sure if he should. Choi Han pursed his lips, resisting the urge to send another message.

After becoming an adult Choi Han had taken a bold step toward his dreams by relocating to the bustling city, where he envisioned himself not just as a practitioner, but as a teacher of martial arts. With determination in his heart and a vision in his mind, he opened his own studio, a vibrant space where he could share his passion for martial arts with others. It was during one of those whirlwind days at the studio that Choi Han first met Cale. The moment their eyes locked, an unexpected pull surged through him—an inexplicable attraction to the man who stood beside a detective as they questioned the concerned parents of his students. Cale exuded a calm indifference, an aura that seemed to brush aside any thoughts of injury or harm, as if he were untouchable in a world fraught with chaos.

Choi Han found himself captivated, unable to look away. He couldn't help but notice the way Cale's tousled hair caught the light, framing his face in a way that made him almost ethereal. A fleeting, almost absurd thought crossed Choi Han's mind—if Cale were a girl, he’d be the kind of enchanting beauty that could make anyone's heart race.

But Cale was no ordinary person; his presence was magnetic, with an air of nonchalance that made Choi Han both intrigued and exhilarated. As he watched from a distance, the world around them fell away, and Choi Han felt himself drawn into the gravity of Cale's world—one that seemed both perilous and thrilling.

As their paths continued to cross, Choi Han and Cale forged an unexpected friendship on the sidelines, connected by a surprisingly small world and their mutual friend Bud. Bud had a knack for bringing people together, and it was through his introductions and casual gatherings that Choi Han found himself spending more time with Cale than he ever anticipated.

With each conversation and shared laugh, Choi Han's admiration for Cale deepened. He was drawn not only to Cale's enigmatic presence but also to his unwavering confidence and unique perspective on life. The more they talked, the more Choi Han realized that beneath Cale's indifferent exterior lay a fascinating complexity that inspired him.

Finally, bolstered by the support of their quirky friend Bud and a surge of courage, Choi Han decided it was time to confess his feelings.

Back then, when Choi Han finally mustered the courage to confess, the tension in the air felt palpable. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and his heart raced as he blurted out, “I like you, Cale-Nim!” The words erupted from him, louder than he had intended, echoing in the stillness of the studio.

Cale’s initial reaction was one of surprise—his dark eyes widened as he processed what Choi Han had just said. In that swift moment, Choi Han’s confidence wavered, and an overwhelming wave of embarrassment crashed over him. He knew he had messed up; he hadn't wanted to make it awkward. So, in an instinctive move to shield himself from the aftermath, he lowered his head into a near 90-degree bow, his brows furrowing and twitching in a battle against the urge to cry.

Cale, seeing the contrast between their sizes—Choi Han being taller, yet in this moment so small and vulnerable—felt a pang of something deep within him. He instinctively placed a hand on Choi Han's hunched shoulder, offering a steadying presence. “Sure,” Cale said softly, his voice a gentle balm over the tense silence that hung between them.

Choi Han, still bowing, felt his heart drop as he processed Cale's response. A wave of emotions crashed over him, wavering between hope and despair. But before he could compose himself, his legs gave way, and he found himself splayed out on the concrete floor. He was stunned, not just by his own embarrassment but by the realization that he had just poured his heart out.

Cale knelt down to help him up, his expression softening. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, concern etched across his face.

Back then, as Choi Han lay sprawled on the concrete, a mix of confusion and elation swirled within him. “Did he say yes, or am I dreaming?” he thought, his heart racing with a joy he had never experienced before. A gleeful, innocent smile broke out on his face, and without thinking, he leaned into Cale, tears of happiness streaming down his cheeks. “Thank you! I won’t let this chance go to waste!”

Cale, still processing the unexpected turn of events, responded with a raised eyebrow. “Hey, I said yes, but I’m not giving you a chance or whatever. I’m serious.” His tone was indifferent, but the way he looked away—his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink—betrayed something deeper. Was it embarrassment? Affection? The uncertainty hung in the air thickly.

Catching Cale’s expression, Choi Han slowly rose, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “Oh yeah… I’ll take this to heart,” he said, trying to mask the lingering nervousness with a nod of determination. They locked eyes, and Choi Han felt a surge of hope. “Looking forward to being with you.”

Cale chuckled softly under his breath, a sound that sent a shiver of warmth down Choi Han’s spine. “No need to be so formal, Choi Han.” With a gentle touch, from Cale on Choi Hans hand.

Now sitting up on his couch, Choi Han felt warmth flood his cheeks as he thought about Cale. “Cale-Nim is special,” he mused to himself, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Even if we can’t get married… at least not right now.” The enormity of his feelings surged through him, causing his heart to race with both excitement and a touch of melancholy.

Standing up, he moved with purpose and grabbed his keys from the table. “Be right back, On, Hong!” he called out, his voice filled with an upbeat energy. He felt a rush of anticipation at the thought of the small adventure he was about to embark on.

Just as he reached the door, it swung shut behind him with a soft click. Nya, his feline companion, looked up in surprise, her ears perked and her green eyes wide. “Nya?” she questioned, tilting her head to the side, the tip of her tail twitching with curiosity.

Hoing, the adorable yet mischievous little creature that often roamed the apartment, also perked up. “Nyaaa?” he called, pawing gently at the now-closed door, trying to peer through the crack to see where Choi Han had disappeared.

Choi Han paused, glancing back at the door for a brief moment. He knew he couldn’t leave his beloved pets in suspense for too long; they had a connection that transcended words, and he felt a pull to reassure them. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back!” he promised, his heart dancing with hope and determination.As the evening began to settle into a darker shade of twilight, Cale tossed the crumpled wrapper from his quick dinner into a nearby bin, the sound echoing in the quiet of the park. He glanced over to where the Parks were reconnecting in the background. The older sister, visibly shaken, had just managed to unhandcuff herself from the harsh realities of the recent turmoil. She was crying, her arms tightly wrapped around her younger brother, murmuring “I’m sorry” over and over, a mix of relief and regret etched across her face.

The little brother stood stiffly, in shock, with red-rimmed eyes hinting at the tears he had yet to shed. Cale could see the uncertainty in his posture—he was caught between the innocence of childhood and the heavy reality of his actions. Likely, he wouldn’t be treated as a full adult and might receive a lighter sentence, perhaps facing juvenile detention where he could still have a chance to redeem himself.

Cale turned his attention to Bud, who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, letting the moment wash over him without any real acknowledgement. “I don’t do charity work, Bud,” Cale said firmly, breaking the silence that had enveloped them. “I paid for your meal, now go get your wallet from your desk.”

Bud’s shoulders drooped at Cale’s words, the weight of his situation pressing down on him. He turned away slowly, dragging his feet as he made his way to his desk, the glow from nearby streetlights creating long shadows on the ground.

Alberu sighed, feeling the weight of the moment as he found himself alone with Cale in the dimly lit park. “I owe you an apology,” he said, taking a deep breath as he braced himself for whatever came next.

Cale blinked, confusion wrinkling his brow as he stared back at Alberu. In his mind, a flurry of question marks danced around, each one more bewildering than the last. ‘What the hell for?’ he wondered silently, trying to make sense of the unexpected turn in their conversation.

Alberu cast his gaze downward, avoiding Cale’s inquisitive eyes. “You went to an orphanage, right?” he finally added, his voice softer than usual.

Cale nodded slowly, the memory surfacing clearly in his mind. “Ah, yeah,” he replied, shrugging off the weight of it all as if it were just another ordinary day.

With that, Alberu let out a weary sigh, grappling with emotions he couldn’t quite articulate. “Some day I’ll go crazy because of you,” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood even as his thoughts turned heavy. There was a kinship here, a tension built on past encounters and understanding—one that was both comforting and frustrating.

Just then, before Cale could respond, there was a loud slam behind them—startling, abrupt, and echoing in the stillness of the evening.

“Are you crazy?!” a voice rang out from the front of the police station, sharp and disapproving, cutting through the tension of the moment. Both Cale and Alberu turned their heads toward the source of the commotion. A uniformed officer, clearly agitated, stood at the entrance, eyeing a dark-haired man who was pacing back and forth, looking disoriented.

Cale’s heart raced as he recognized the man; it was Choi Han. His usually composed demeanor seemed to have frayed, the edges of his certainty replaced with a whirlwind of confusion. Choi looked side to side, as if trying to piece together his environment before his gaze locked on Cale.

Alberu tensed beside him, instinctively reaching for his gun, though he didn’t draw it. There was an alertness in his posture, a readiness to spring into action if need be. “Excuse me, sir, please explain—” he began, his tone firm but anxious.

But before Alberu could say more, Cale placed a calming hand on his arm. “It’s just my boyfriend,” he stated simply, his voice steady yet filled with an undertone of affection.

Alberu’s brow furrowed in confusion, still eyeing Choi warily. “Cale, are you sure about this? He looks—”

“I know what he looks like,” Cale interrupted gently, his eyes softening as he focused on Choi. “But I promise you, he’s not a threat.”

Alberu raised an inquisitive brow, his surprise palpable as he processed Cale's declaration. ’Boyfriend? Boyfriend?! This guy has a partner? How?’ The whirlwind of thoughts scrambled through his mind, and a migraine was already starting to form at his temples. He rubbed his forehead, trying to dispel the dizziness that the unexpected revelation had triggered.

“Tell your boyfriend not to cause a scene in front of many armed police officers,” Alberu stated, his tone carrying a hint of exasperation. He shook his head, attempting to dismiss the absurdity of the situation, but his gaze fell on Choi again, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of protectiveness.

Just as he turned away, his eyes widened in shock once more. Choi had stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Cale with an intensity that left Alberu momentarily speechless. The embrace was so wholehearted, so earnest, that it caught him off guard.

Cale seemed both surprised and comforted by the hug, his tension easing just slightly as Choi held onto him tightly, as if he feared the world might snatch Cale away again.

Choi Han gulped, the breathless quality of his voice revealing just how overwhelmed he felt in that moment. “I’ll do it. If you’re ready, I’ll definitely do it, because you’re the only one for me. Who cares about marriage? I already know you’re the one,” he declared, his words coming out in a rush, each syllable filled with unwavering conviction.

Cale's eyes widened in surprise, his heart fluttering at the unexpected declaration. For a split second, the world around them faded into the background as he processed what Choi had just said. “I just want to be with you,” Cale replied, a soft smile spreading across his face.

Choi Han's imaginary tail seemed to wag at Cale's soothing touch, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly as he absorbed the warmth radiating from Cale. It was a moment of pure sincerity, their emotions laid bare in the midst of a chaotic environment. Cale nodded, gently patting Choi Han's back, the gesture conveying both reassurance and affection.

Choi Han’s expression was serious and unwavering, his dark eyes searching Cale's face for any hint of hesitation. “Alright then,” he affirmed, a determined glimmer in his gaze.

Cale’s smile widened as he took Choi Han’s hand, their fingers interlocking naturally. “I’ll be going now!” he called out, and Cale led Choi Han outside the police station.

As they stepped into the cool night air, both men found the strange juxtaposition of their earlier conversation amusing and slightly absurd. Here they were, discussing their feelings and intentions in a public police station, surrounded by officers who were either oblivious or completely uninterested in their melodrama. Who talks about sex in a place like this? Cale thought, shaking his head, but it was amusing.

Bud walked up behind Alberu, who was caught in a whirlwind of thoughts. His brows knitted together in confusion as he tried to piece together the snippets of conversation he had overheard between Cale and Choi Han. “What were they talking about?” Bud asked, casually leaning against the wall beside Alberu.

Alberu turned slightly, still feeling bewildered by the earlier scene he had witnessed. “Eh, probably sex,” Bud replied nonchalantly, shrugging as if such conversations were entirely routine.

“What?!” Alberu shouted, his voice echoing in the quieter parts of the police station lobby. He turned to face Bud fully, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. “Are you serious right now?” Alberu felt blush creep up his cheeks.

Choi Han followed Cale closely, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind. Was this really happening? What did it mean that they were going to Cale's place? The warmth of uncertainty crept up to his cheeks as he contemplated the layers of their budding relationship.

“Uh, where—” Choi Han attempted to ask, but his words were swiftly interrupted.

“Going to my place. Raon is still with the dog sitter,” Cale replied casually, glancing back at him with that same engaging smile that sent butterflies fluttering in Choi’s stomach.

Choi Han nodded, the simple exchange only adding to the rush of emotions swirling inside him. They walked up the stairs to Cale's apartment, an unexpected sense of excitement gathering momentum in Choi's belly. The rhythmic sound of their footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway, and the air was thick with an unspoken tension that neither of them dared to address just yet.

Once they reached the front door, a sudden shift in the atmosphere made Choi Han freeze. In one swift motion, Cale turned and pinned Choi Han against the door. His hands pressed firmly, but in a surprisingly gentle manner, on either side of Choi Han's arms, effectively trapping him in place. The moment felt like a scene pulled from a romantic movie.

“I—” Choi stammered, wide-eyed, momentarily caught off guard by the assertiveness of Cale’s action. It was reminiscent of the infamous kabedon, but the reality was somewhat comedic: Cale was shorter, which meant that instead of his hands hovering menacingly above Choi Han’s head like a looming threat, they rested just beside Choi's arms, almost like a protective barrier rather than a forceful entrapment.

Choi Han gasped, the surprise evident in his wide eyes. “Right now?” His hands instinctively raised as if to create a barrier between them, not out of hesitation but from the urgency of the moment. He had assumed that, despite their earlier conversation, they would take a moment to gather their thoughts—maybe share some deeper feelings before diving headfirst into something so pivotal.

Cale’s teasing glare was unwavering, a perfect blend of playful challenge and genuine curiosity. “Why not?” he replied, a light smirk on his lips. “You’re not changing your mind, are you?” The judgment in his eyes was sharp but not harsh; it felt more like he was testing Choi Han, pushing him gently to confront his own feelings.

Choi Han shook his head adamantly, catching the challenge in Cale's gaze. The determination crept into his voice as he assured, “No, I’m not changing my mind.” The certainty in his response seemed to satisfy Cale, but that wasn't all that sparked in the air between them.

Before Choi could fully process what was happening, Cale closed the distance again, capturing Choi Han’s lips with his own in a soft but electrifying kiss. It was a moment that felt suspended in time, filled with all the sweetness and intensity of new beginnings.

Choi’s hand hesitantly reached up to touch Cale’s cheeks, feeling the warmth of his skin melt away any lingering doubts or fears. Their lips melded together perfectly, fitting like two puzzle pieces designed for each other. He could taste the faint hint of mint from Cale’s gum, and it sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire within him that he hadn’t expected.

As they kissed, the world around them faded into a blur. The late winter air was still crisp, a reminder of the season’s lingering chill, but there was also a budding warmth—a promise of spring just beyond the horizon. Choi Han felt the cold nearly dissipate as their connection deepened, the heat of their bodies contrasting with the chilly breeze that ruffled their hair and danced around their forms.

Cale tilted his head slightly to find a more comfortable angle, and Choi found himself mirroring the movement instinctively. It was as if they were naturally in tune with each other, as if every shift and movement was part of a silent choreography that only they could understand. The kiss deepened, becoming more fervent.

Choi Han’s heart raced, each beat echoing the thrill coursing through him. He felt alive, liberated from all the burdens of his thoughts. This moment—this beautiful encapsulation of uncertainty, excitement, and warmth—was everything he didn’t know he needed.

Cale’s hands found their way to the small of Choi's back, gently pulling him closer, while Choi's fingers threaded through Cale's hair. They melted into each other, the kiss growing longer, more urgent, as if trying to thaw the remaining chill of winter with their shared warmth.

Eventually, they broke apart, breathing heavily, foreheads resting against one another. Choi Han’s cheeks felt flushed, and he couldn’t contain the smile spreading on his face. He looked up into Cale's eyes, seeing something unfathomably profound reflected back—an adventure waiting to unfold, a connection that seemed to resonate on a whole new level.

"Wow," Choi Han breathed, the word barely escaping his lips as he lost himself in Cale's gaze.

Cale chuckled softly, brushing a thumb across Choi Han’s cheek.

Choi Han opened his eyes, breaking the kiss to gasp for air. His mind raced with conflicting emotions. “C-can we go inside first?” he asked, a hint of anxiety creeping into his voice. The thought of someone potentially catching them in such a vulnerable moment sent his heart racing. But as soon as the words left his lips, a different realization dawned on him—Wait, did I just imply this is only the beginning? Are we really doing this?

Cale was still pinning him to the wall, his arms creating a comfortable but firm barrier around Choi Han. With a playful glint in his eyes, Cale slowly pushed the key into the lock. "Mhm," he responded nonchalantly, turning the key with an ease that belied the tension in the air (IYKYK). The slow turn of the lock felt almost like a countdown, heightening Choi Han's anticipation.

With a soft click, the door unlocked and swung open, revealing Cale’s abode. Choi let out a sigh, half of relief and half of desire. As they stepped inside, he caught a glimpse of the cozy yet modest space. Cale’s apartment was smaller than Choi Han's, filled with simple furnishings that hinted at Cale's laid-back personality—shelves lined with books, a small kitchen area with mismatched dishes, and a cosy with a fold out couch that turned into a bed. Choi Han felt his cheeks heat up as he caught sight of the cozy fold-out couch nestled in Cale’s apartment. Memories flooded his mind of late-night study sessions and half-hearted attempts to nap in similar spaces. “So… there,” he stammered, gulping as he glanced back at Cale, who was already watching him with a playful glint in his eyes. Choi Han couldn’t shake the warmth that spread through him, anticipation and a flutter of nerves mixing together in a delightful whirlwind.

Cale nodded, his grin widening as he took a step closer, wrapping his arms around Choi Han’s sholders. The intimate closeness made Choi’s heart race, his thoughts momentarily derailing. With a gentle yet firm pull, Cale leaned in, capturing Choi Han's lips in another kiss. This time, it felt like a spark igniting; their lips connected with an intensity that sent shivers racing down Choi’s spine.

Choi Han's hands instinctively traced the curve of Cale's hip, the soft fabric of his shirt beneath his fingertips grounding him while simultaneously amplifying his desire. Oh… okay, this isn’t so bad, he thoughts, letting the moment envelop him. The tentative nature of their earlier kiss faded as they began to explore each other more deeply, Cale's tongue brushing against Choi's in a teasing invitation.

Choi Han closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation—the taste of Cale, the warmth of his body pressed close as they melted into each other. With every flicker of their tongues, every soft sigh that escaped their lips, Choi felt himself growing bolder, more emboldened by the spark that flickered between them.

As their kisses surged with increasing urgency, Cale gently led them toward the couch, their mouths still entwined. Choi Han felt a surge of excitement, his nerves turning into exhilaration. He pulled on the dangling lamp switch just beside the couch, and a soft glow filled the space above them, adding a comforting light that cut through the dimness of the evening.

Once settled, Cale laid back against the cushions, drawing Choi Han down with him. Choi found himself hovering above Cale, their bodies aligned in a way that felt both familiar and thrillingly new. He held himself up with one arm, the other cradling Cale’s face, as they shared heated, lingering kisses, the rhythm of their hearts building a symphony of intimacy.

As they shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch, Choi Han instinctively pulled back from the kiss, the air between them now thick with unspoken words. His breath came in softly as he looked down at Cale, whose expression blended mischief with warmth. Choi Han took a moment to gather his thoughts, his heartbeat drumming wildly in his chest. “W-we’re not going to fold out the couch—” he faltered, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Before he could even finish his sentence, Cale shook his head with a teasing grin.

“Too much work,” he replied, his tone light and carefree. “Let’s just do it here.” The nonchalance in his voice made Choi’s heart race even more, and heat flooded his cheeks at the implication.

Choi Han nodded, a mix of excitement and anxiety swirling within him. They fumbled together, hands brushing against each other in a curious dance. Choi was still navigating unfamiliar territory, unsure of what he was allowed to touch or how far they should go.

Sensing his hesitation, Cale grasped Choi Han’s hand, his grip both reassuring and bold. “Touch me…” he murmured, their lips almost touching, breath mingling in the space between them. “I know it sounds stupid, but… just do it.”

With that gentle encouragement, Choi Han felt a wave of confidence wash over him, even as butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He took a deep breath and let his fingers trace lightly along Cale's arm, hesitant yet curious. The warmth of Cale's skin ignited something within him, and he continued to explore, the faintest shiver of exhilaration running down his spine.

Cale’s lips brushed against Choi Han’s jawline, sending a jolt through him. The soft, featherlight kisses ignited a warmth in Choi's cheeks that spread across his entire body. Cale kissed his way along the line of his jaw, his lips feeling both intoxicating and electrifying, leaving Choi Han breathless. The faint scent of Cale—something earthy and comforting—filled Choi's senses, wrapping him in a cocoon of intimacy.

Encouraged by Cale’s closeness, Choi Han's fingers ventured a little further, running along the smooth planes of Cale’s shoulders, feeling the tension and warmth beneath his touch. The thrill of touching and being touched broke down any remaining barriers between them. Choi Han found himself lost in the sensation, and he turned his head slightly, trying to meet Cale’s kiss with one of his own.

Cale responded eagerly, deepening the kiss, their lips melding together in a sweet yet heated exchange. The air felt electric around them, as though the very atmosphere was charged with their shared desire and longing. Choi Han melted into the moment, letting the world outside their little bubble fade away completely.

“Cale…,” he breathed, breaking away momentarily to catch his breath, his voice thick with emotion. His gaze locked onto Cale’s clear and unbothered brown eyes.

“Yeah?” Cale replied, his voice low and inviting, still lingering close as if not wanting to break the moment.

Choi Han smiled, feeling bolder. “I think I could get used to this.” And with that, he leaned back in, diving into another kiss with Cale, their connection deepening as they explored together. 

 “I—I'm going to take off your top, okay?” Choi Han stammered, his voice low and a bit shaky. He found himself captivated by the sight of Cale’s chest, which was rising and falling steadily beneath him, each breath making Choi’s heart race a little faster.

“Mhm…” Cale replied, leaning back to give Choi more space, his trust in Choi evident. With a deep breath, Choi carefully began to slip off Cale’s hoodie, his fingers brushing against Cale’s warm skin beneath as he pulled it over his head.

But as he tugged the fabric away, he inadvertently pulled off Cale's shirt along with it, leaving the other boy’s chest completely bare. Choi Han froze, his heart skipping a beat as he realized what he had done. His eyes widened, and heat surged to his cheeks.

“Uh… s-sorry!” Choi Han blurted out, rushing to bow his head in apology, the embarrassment washing over him like a tidal wave. He felt a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling within him. Cale blinked and the realization of being so exposed so suddenly made him flustered, but he held himself together.

With a reassuring smile, Cale reached up to cup Choi Han’s face, lifting it gently so their eyes met again. “Hey, no need to apologize. I mean… it’s all good, right?” His tone was teasing but with a hint of sincerity, as if he understood the whirlwind of emotions that churned within Choi.

Taking a deep, calming breath, Choi Han nodded, his heart racing as he felt the warmth radiating from Cale’s bare chest. It was a contrast to the cool air in the apartment, and he fought to banish any remaining embarrassment. “Right,” he said softly, his voice barely a whisper.

Encouraged by Cale’s laid-back demeanor, Choi Han let his fingers trail down Cale’s arms, brushing lightly against his skin. Cale’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his breath hitching at the pleasurable sensations coursing through him. There was something intoxicating about the way their bodies felt so close, and Choi Han felt a surge of confidence tumble forward.

“Okay, okay… my turn,” Cale said, smirking as he finally pushed himself up into a sitting position, shaking off a bit of the momentary tension. Choi Han found himself suddenly on the receiving end of Cale’s playful energy, and it sent a thrill through him.

Before he knew it, Cale had pulled Choi in for another kiss, deeply, passionately this time, like a spark igniting a fire. Choi's fingers tangled into Cale's hair instinctively, pulling him closer as their bodies melted together.

“Wait,” Choi Han gasped, breaking the kiss just long enough for the thought he had held back to come rushing forward. “How do you… how do you want to do this? I mean… would you even want to go all the way right now? I—”

Cale chuckled softly, his breath warm against Choi’s face. “Slow down, Choi. This is a journey—not a race. We can take our time figuring it out. What’s important is that we’re both comfortable, right?”

“Right,” Choi Han replied, a smile of relief spreading across his face. An overwhelming sense of gratitude surged through him. Cale was so effortlessly reassuring, and in the blur of emotions, Choi realized how much he valued that anchor.

“Now it’s my time,” Cale stated, his tone slightly mischievous as he leaned back, shifting to lay beside Choi Han. The shift in dynamics only added to the playful tension. As he did, he gave Choi a smirk full of challenge. “Let me see what you—”

Choi Han’s giggles erupted as he playfully interrupted, “Not yet!” He placed his hands on Cale’s chest, laughing as they remained caught in a moment filled with anticipation, excitement, and just a touch of shyness.

“You’re going to back out on me now, are you?” Cale asked in mock disappointment, but he couldn't hide the evident delight in his eye.

Choi turned serious, his heart racing at the thought of moving forward but still wanting to savor every moment. “No, I mean just not so fast. I want to really enjoy this with you,” he said earnestly, determination now sparkling in his gaze.

The corners of Cale’s mouth lifted in a genuine smile, and he leaned in again—a gentle scrape of lips against lips, a lingering promise hanging in the air. “I like taking things slow, too, Choi Han,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s make this special.”

Cale lifted a finger to his lips, an unexpected surprise hitting him as he marveled at how soft Choi Han's lips felt beneath his touch. His gaze, previously indifferent, now fixated intently on the gentle curve of Choi's mouth. As Choi Han closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation, Cale traced his finger along Choi's lips, feeling the warmth and softness as a blissful wave of perfection washed over them. The world around them faded, leaving just the two of them in a moment that was both surreal and exquisitely tangible. Choi Han could hardly believe how something so simple could evoke such a profound mix of emotion and sensation, making it impossible to separate what he felt from what he saw. 

“Let’s get on with it,” Cale said, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he slipped off his jeans, the fabric sliding down his legs and pooling around his ankles.

“W-wait, wait!” Choi Han exclaimed, his heart racing as he instinctively reached out to stop Cale. The sight of him, jeans bunched around his calves, created a wave of nervous energy that surged through Choi.

Cale raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in curiosity. “What is it, Choi Han? Too fast?” His voice was casual, but there was an undercurrent of genuine concern that caught Choi off guard.

Choi Han nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling within him. He sat back on his heels, trying to ground himself as he took a deep breath. “I need to calm down before I do something worse,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

Cale’s gaze softened as he watched Choi, who now sat there looking innocent yet adorably flustered. “Okay,” Cale said, his tone lowering to a more soothing pitch. “Let’s take our time. There’s no rush.” He offered a warm smile, trying to ease the tension hanging in the air.

Choi Han let out a shaky breath, shifting his focus to the comforting, familiar patterns of the floor beneath him. Despite the gravity of the moment, he couldn’t shake the pulsing excitement that coursed through his veins. But as his gaze drifted back upward, it landed on Cale's lap, and he felt his face heat up.

Choi's heart raced uncontrollably at the sight of Cale’s undeniable physical arousal, evident in the way it strained against the fabric of his underwear. “Oh…” Choi Han breathed, momentarily frozen by the rush of sensations flooding his mind.

Cale caught Choi's gaze lingering, and a playful smirk played at his lips. “I guess I’m not the only one feeling a little heated, huh?” he teased, the atmosphere shifting as their shared vulnerability added a layer of intimacy to the moment.

Choi Han’s cheeks burned hotter, and he realized he was still caught between wanting to dive into the moment and needing to steady himself. “Y-yeah…” he stumbled over his words, suddenly feeling overwhelmed but exhilarated at the same time. “I mean… it’s just… you look, um…”

“Like what?” Cale prompted, an amused glint in his eye, clearly enjoying Choi’s flustered demeanor.

“Like you’re ready for… whatever," Choi finally replied, his voice dropping off as he gestured vaguely, feeling far too bashful to articulate his thoughts.

Cale looked up and groaned, an exaggerated expression of frustration mixed with amusement crossing his face. “Choi Han,” he said, his voice still playful yet slightly exasperated. Choi Han remained with his head bowed, his bangs falling over his forehead and casting a shadow that shielded his flushed cheeks. The rush of blood that surged through his ears made every heartbeat feel like an echo in the stillness around them.

“Choi Han,” Cale repeated, his tone softening with encouragement. “Look up.”

With a hesitant breath, Choi Han slowly lifted his gaze, and the instant he caught sight of Cale’s perfect features, his heart did a somersault. Cale's hair was pulled into a high, messy bun, wisps escaping and framing his face in an effortlessly chic way. The sight was simultaneously alluring and inexplicably comforting; Choi Han felt a warmth unfurling within him.

As Choi Han’s eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and affection, the realization washed over him like a gentle wave: the thought of spending the rest of his life in the presence of this man, seeing him in numerous styles and states of disarray, filled him with a profound sense of excitement. He imagined Cale's hair—sometimes tousled, sometimes sleek, or maybe even adorned with a casual cap or bandana. Each style ignited his imagination, filling him with visions of countless moments they could share together.

Cale caught the flicker of emotion in Choi’s eyes, a knowing smile breaking through for just an instant. He could sense the silent admiration radiating from Choi, which only deepened the connection between them.

“Do you like what you see?” Cale asked, a teasing lilt in his voice, but there was an underlying sincerity that made Choi’s heart race even more.

Choi nodded, a soft smile creeping onto his lips as his confidence began to blossom just a little. 

Cale with his indifferent gaze, nodded, “Good.”

“Choi Han,” Cale called out, waving his hand dismissively, a hint of teasing in his tone. His expression remained relaxed and seemingly aloof, but there was an unmistakable glimmer of warmth in his eyes that both intrigued and comforted Choi Han.

“Cale-nim?” Choi Han replied, his voice a mixture of respect and playful defiance. It was a name he enjoyed using; it added a layer of formality that contrasted with their casual banter, and it always seemed to elicit that charming smile from Cale that sent butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Choi Han couldn't help but love that smile—it lit up Cale’s entire face and ignited something deep within him.

As Cale’s gaze drifted down to Choi Han’s lap, the playful mood shifted to one of tension and anticipation. Let’s just say, the monster was banging on the door. Cale felt his heart race, the excitement in the air thickening around them. “I’m not waiting anymore,” Cale said softly, each word laced with a hint of urgency. The statement echoed memories of last Friday night—a night filled with confessions and the weight of unspoken desires hanging over them.

Choi Han felt a shiver of longing at the memory of the vulnerable moment they had shared. He could still remember feeling Cale’s warmth as he had wrapped his arms around him, the way Cale had instinctively leaned into him, seeking comfort. That evening, he had whispered incredibly intimate words into Cale’s shoulder, his voice muffled and slightly shaky: “Just wait… wait for me.” It had been a plea from the depths of his heart, a desire to savor the moment and not rush into something too quickly.

Choi Han’s face flushed crimson, a stark contrast to Cale's calm demeanor. "Might as well," he said, his voice steady as he lowered his hand, He unzipped Choi hans pants slow and steadily. “You said I was the one for you.” Cale's expression was serious, the gravity of the moment grounding his words despite their intimate nature.

It was no surprise that Choi Han felt a rush of desire, especially with the lingering sensations of their gentle kisses and soft touches. “I—I can’t help it. It’s the thought of what’s going to happen that’s driving me crazy...” Choi Han stammered, his confidence wavering. But before he could say more, Cale pushed him back onto the couch, a amused hidden spark in his eyes.

Cale straddled Choi Han's lap, an indifferent expression masking the intensity of the moment. He tilted his head slightly, as the martial artists dick sprung out from its confinements,  “I never would have thought, huh?” Cale mused, his curiosity evident as he reached out to touch Choi Han.

Choi Han's breath hitched in his throat, a rush of surprise flooding through him as Cale's fingers traced a vein on his side. He watched, almost entranced, as Cale's touch made the tension in the air tangible. A shiver rippled through Choi Han's body, and he bit his lip, overwhelmed by the realization, He's actually touching me!

“C-Cale-nim…” Choi Han gasped, his eyes squeezing shut as the weight of the moment flipped his world upside down, leaving him both exhilarated and breathless.

Cale's small hand wrapped around Choi Han, and the surprise that escaped his lips was almost a whisper: “Oh.” Choi Han's eyes widened at Cale's unexpected reaction. “Huh?” he asked, glancing down to where Cale’s hand barely encircled him. A deep blush crept onto Choi Han's cheeks, and he instinctively covered his mouth, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief washing over him.

Cale looked up at him, a teasing glint in his eye, and bit his lip, clearly enjoying the effect he had on Choi Han. “So, do you think you can handle this?” he asked, a playful challenge lacing his voice, as if daring Choi Han to confront the intensity of the moment head-on.

Cale traced a vein along the side of Choi Han’s member, letting his fingers linger for just a moment before withdrawing. He then shifted his focus, taking Choi Han’s rough, calloused hand in his own. Cale opened his mouth slightly, his tongue brushing over his bottom teeth as a flicker of anticipation danced in his eyes.

Choi Han’s breath hitched in his throat, his heart racing as the gravity of the moment sank in. Cale held Choi Han’s hand firmly, guiding his finger toward his mouth. Choi Han’s pulse quickened, each beat echoing in his ears as he felt as if the world had slowed around them. The intimacy of Cale's touch, mixed with the thrill of uncertainty, sent a wave of sensations coursing through him, leaving him both exhilarated and utterly vulnerable.

Cale's lips wrapped tightly around Choi Han's fingers, the warmth of his mouth sending shivers down Choi Han's spine. He locked eyes with Choi Han, a silent challenge hanging in the air, daring him to speak up, to pull away. But the intensity of the moment held Choi Han in a trance, unable to break away from the connection they were forging.

As Cale's tongue swirled around Choi Han's fingers, the sensation was almost overwhelming. When he finally released Choi Han's fingers, a hot breath escaped Cale's lips, leaving Choi Han breathless. With his heart racing, Choi Han gulped, now acutely aware of how damp his hand had become. “What n-n-now…?” he stammered, the words barely escaping his lips.

“Inside me,” Cale instructed, his voice blunt yet charged with an undeniable desire. The simplicity of his command sent a jolt through Choi Han. A gasp escaped him as he processed Cale's request.

Without hesitation, Cale knelt before him, leaning in closer as he draped his arms around Choi Han's shoulders. They were in a familiar setting—a couch, the comfort of their surroundings juxtaposed against the charged atmosphere. Cale positioned himself perfectly on top of Choi Han, his presence demanding yet inviting, igniting a fire of anticipation that neither could ignore.

“It’s okay,” Cale mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, not entirely reassuring himself but attempting to calm the air between them. Choi Han felt a tremor of uncertainty ripple through him as he shakily guided his fingers toward Cale’s welcoming entrance. His eyes were wide, a mix of desire and apprehension coursing through him as he struggled to focus, deliberately avoiding looking at Cale's rear.

“Come on, if you don’t hurry up, I’ll do it myself,” Cale said impatiently, the teasing tone in his voice igniting a spark of urgency within Choi Han. A wayward thought flickered in his mind about Cale finding pleasure in his own touch, but he quickly shook it off, trying to dispel the heat pooling in his stomach.

Choi Han took a deep breath and slowly prodded at Cale’s entrance, feeling the warmth radiate from him. Cale gulped, a moment of uncertainty creeping into his expression, the gravity of the situation settling over them. They were both navigating uncharted territory, and Choi Han realized that, like him, Cale was equally unsure of what to do next.

The air around them was thick with tension and anticipation, each moment feeling both like an eternity and an instant. Choi Han pressed gently, testing the waters, wanting to make sure both of them felt comfortable. Cale had never intended to study this—his thoughts were purely instinctual, driven by the thrill of the moment. He wanted to go for it, to figure things out as they unfolded.

Choi Han, feeling the weight of his own nervousness, warned softly, “I—I’m going to put a finger in.” Cale nodded, his breath ghosting over Choi Han's ear, a mixture of deep anticipation and vulnerability in that simple gesture.

With hesitant determination, Choi Han slowly pushed a finger inside, feeling the tightness envelop him. “Cale-nim… oh, Cale-nim,” he murmured, captivated by the sight of his finger disappearing into Cale, an image that filled him with both excitement and a touch of disbelief.

“Mh,” came Cale’s soft sound of acknowledgment, his eyes fluttering shut as he blinked against the rush of new sensations. The intrusion was unexpected, causing his body to instinctively shift and adjust to the feeling, a delicate blend of pleasure and discomfort. Each second stretched out as he discovered the depths of what this experience meant, both for him and Choi Han.

Cale’s brows furrowed slightly, caught off guard by the rush of sensation that danced through him. He could sense Choi Han’s cautious but eager presence, and it only intensified the experience. This was new territory for both of them.  

Cale leaned his head down, feeling the soft brush of his crimson hair against Choi Han's cheek as he began to move slightly. The new sensation sent shudders coursing through his body, a cacophony of feelings he had never anticipated. He could barely comprehend the depth of what they were experiencing together, and yet every instinct within him craved more.

As he peered over Choi Han’s shoulder, he caught a glimpse of the uncertainty etched on his friend’s face. Choi Han’s eyes were wide with a mix of concentration and awe, and for a moment, Cale wondered if his own movements were a good sign or merely a reflex to the unfamiliar intrusion.

Choi Han, still processing the rapid changes in both their bodies and the atmosphere around them, hesitantly began to move his finger in slow, deliberate circles. Each subtle shift sent ripples of new sensation through Cale, who felt a warmth pooling in his core. Despite his slightly grumpy expression, Cale was immersed in the depths of his own thoughts, battling the whirlwind of emotions that accompanied this new experience.

“Fuck, this feels good, actually,” he thought, feeling more in tune with his desires than he had ever allowed himself to be before. The embarrassment and awkwardness of the moment began to fade, replaced by an overwhelming need to explore this connection further. His breath hitched as Choi Han's finger probed gently, coaxing forth responses from him that felt primal and liberating.

Cale could feel the tension coiling within him, and as he moved, he instinctively sought to guide Choi Han’s movements, a mixture of assertiveness and vulnerability threading through his actions. He wanted to push, to urge, to meld their bodies and desires together, and it felt strangely empowering to be in this shared moment, even amidst the uncertainty.

For Choi Han, each movement was a blend of curiosity and concern. He wanted to ensure Cale was comfortable while relentlessly battling the intoxicating pull of desire. With every slight twist of his finger, he could see the way Cale's body responded—the way his breaths came faster, the soft sounds escaping his lips, and the flush that crept across his cheeks.

“Cale-nim,” Choi Han whispered, his voice strained with a mix of awe and concern, “Are you okay?” The question hung in the air, a quiet plea for confirmation amidst the tapestry of their newfound intimacy.

Cale opened his eyes, catching a glimpse of Choi Han’s earnest expression. He nodded, the only thing they could hear in the apartment was the plop of clothes and heavy breathing.

Cale’s fingers found their way to a delicate strand of hair at the back of Choi Han’s nape, playing with it gently as if seeking comfort in that simple act. It felt intimate, and his touch sent a shiver down Choi Han's spine—a silent invitation that he couldn’t ignore. Taking it as a sign, Choi Han took a deep breath and stammered, “O-okay, I’m just going to do one more.”

His eyes grew heavy with anticipation and longing as he felt emboldened. With careful deliberation, he pressed another digit next to the first one inside Cale, the sensation enveloping them both as they reveled in the intimacy of the moment.

Cale couldn't help but react; a rush of warmth flooded through him, and he felt himself awaken in ways he had never imagined. His member responded in kind, stiffening as it brushed against Choi Han’s shirt. The friction sent jolts of pleasure through him, heightening the electric tension that hung in the air. Cale bit his lip and allowed himself to stretch while accommodating Choi Han’s fingers, yearning for the deeper connection they were building.

“A-ahh...” he breathed out, the sound escaping him involuntarily, carrying with it a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration. The sensations rolled through him, an intoxicating whirlwind that made his heart race. In a moment of instinct, he bit down on Choi Han’s shoulder, sensing the warmth of their shared experience in a tangible way.

Choi Han blinked in surprise, his gaze shifting to Cale as he felt the gentle pressure against his skin. It was a mix of affection and primal need, and it only fueled his determination further. Choi Han moved his fingers deeper, pushed by an instinctive urge to explore the boundaries of this new territory they were traversing together. As he curled his fingers, he could feel the soft, velvety walls of Cale within, a heat radiating from their connection that was almost overwhelming.

“Cale-nim...” Choi Han whispered, his voice barely above a breath, filled with a mix of awe and urgency. Each thrust of his fingers was measured but steady, coaxing responses from Cale that sent a thrill through him. Seeing the look on Cale’s face—half pleasure, half concentration—only pushed him further into this swirling vortex of sensation and desire.

Choi Han smiled warmly, a gentle mix of affection and possessiveness blooming within him. The moment felt fragile yet powerful, and he found himself wishing that Cale would always seek the safety and warmth of his embrace, that he would never want to be apart from the bond they were forming.

“Your warmth inside… just as I thought,” Choi Han murmured, almost to himself, captivated by the intimate reality of their shared experience. The room was stifling, filled with a heat that seemed to pulse in time with their shared breaths, the silence thick with a quiet love that felt all-encompassing.

Cale, lost in the sensations washing over him, nodded in response, a soft, breathy sound escaping his lips. “Mhn…” It was an expression of surrender and acceptance, a quiet admission of the pleasure that coursed through him. He slowly let his teeth release their grip on Choi Han’s shoulder, watching as Choi Han’s expression softened with concern and care. He reveled in the newfound ease that swept over him, both in body and in mind, as the ring of muscle relaxed around Choi Han’s fingers.

“But are you sure two fingers is enough, Cale-nim?” Choi Han asked, his voice laced with both curiosity and a hint of concern. He looked into Cale's eyes, searching for reassurance and guidance in this vulnerable moment.

Cale glared at him playfully, a spark of mischief dancing in his crimson eyes. The warmth pooling between them only deepened, fueled by their growing intimacy and trust. He felt a rush of emotions—excitement, a hint of apprehension, but mostly a profound connection that eclipsed any lingering doubts.

“Just… just give me a moment,” Cale answered, a slight breathlessness in his tone. His gaze flickered down to where their bodies intertwined, and he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of contentment as he adjusted to the sensation. He could see the trust in Choi Han’s eyes, the way he was ready to follow his lead without hesitation.

Choi Han nodded, feeling a surge of reassurance wash over him. He was fully committed to Cale's comfort, aware that each moment brought with it the promise of deeper connection and exploration. And so he waited, fingers still delicately cradling the softness within, allowing Cale the time to acclimate to the sensations and the emotions swirling around them.

In that suspended moment, time felt like it stood still, the world outside losing its meaning. All

Slowly, they shifted into position, with Cale laying back against the soft surface beneath him and his lower body nestled on Choi Han's lap. His legs curled up to his chest, the unexpected pose making him blink in surprise. Cale couldn't help but wonder where this particular position had sprung from in Choi Han's mind.

With a soft sigh, he turned his head to the side, feeling a bit silly about it, as if they were playing a part in a scene that felt both intimate and strangely comedic at the same time. The warmth pooling in his belly contradicted the slight embarrassment that crept over him.

Choi Han, on the other hand, gulped as he took in the sight before him, and a wave of determination crossed his features. His eyes were aflame with a fierce resolve, an intensity that Cale hadn’t seen in him before. “I-I'm… I’m…” Choi Han stammered, clearly struggling to articulate what he wanted to say as the moment hung heavily in the air between them.

“I can't do this without a condom!” Choi Han exclaimed, suddenly letting go of Cale’s legs as he instinctively covered his eyes, as if shielding himself from a revelation he hadn’t been fully prepared for. Cale covered his ears, a comical reaction to the intensity of Choi Han’s innocence.

He blinked up at Choi Han, finding it both amusing and endearing how genuinely concerned he looked, his sweet nature shining through even amidst their intimate moment. For a second, Cale couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene—a juxtaposition of their serious emotions against the innocence that defined Choi Han.

Cale reached over to the coffee table, his heart racing not just from the moment they were sharing but also from an unexpected spark of excitement. He held up his wallet, a mischievous grin creeping across his face. Choi Han flinched, confusion painted across his features as he didn’t quite grasp the connection.

In that moment, a memory floated back to Cale. He remembered Bud, his quirky friend who had always had an odd sense of humor, slipping a condom into Cale’s wallet years ago with a laugh. “It’s good luck!” Bud had declared, and now, standing here with Choi Han, Cale couldn’t help but appreciate the serendipity of the situation.

With a sense of playful pride, Cale opened the wallet and handed the packet over to Choi Han, his laughter bubbling forth as he said, “There, happy?”

Choi Han’s eyes lit up, stars sparkling in their depths at the sight of Cale’s preparedness. He nodded fervently, clearly impressed and a bit in awe.

Finally, they found their rhythm, Choi han held his condom coated dick to Cale’s small hole, they aligned in a way that felt both exhilarating and foreign. Choi Han released a deep breath, a mix of nerves and anticipation swirling in the air between them. Cale could see the determination in his eyes, and it fueled a warmth within him.

With a gentle tilt of his head, Cale leaned up to kiss Choi Han, their lips brushing softly at first, exploring the sweet yet electrifying connection that pulsed between them. Choi Han responded eagerly, their bodies barely fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. The kiss deepened, and for a moment, everything outside of that small world they had created faded away.

But as the realization of their surroundings settled in, Cale’s mind flickered with a sudden regret. The couch, of all places! He had always thought of it as a casual spot for lazy afternoons, not as the setting for a pivotal moment in their relationship. Yet it was too late to back out now; they were in this together.

Cale tried to push the thought away, focusing on the warmth radiating from Choi Han’s body and the fluttering heartbeat that quickened within him. He felt a thrill at the idea of diving into this new experience, even if the setting was far from ideal.

Choi Han slid in slowly, and at every inch, Cale felt a wave of sensations course through him. As he threw his head back against the couch with a gasp, a surprised “Ah!” escaped his lips, his toes curling involuntarily at the overwhelming rush he experienced.

“Did I go too fast?” Choi Han stammered, his hands gently holding up Cale’s legs, concern etched across his features.

Cale, still caught in a blissful daze, stared up at the ceiling as he let out a sigh complete with both contentment and disbelief. “Nah…” he managed to breathe out, feeling the warmth of Choi Han’s body above him.

Choi Han blinked, a hint of relief washing over him. “Uh, okay…” he said, his heart fluttering with every moment they shared. He was over the moon, excitement dancing in his eyes as he slid in deeper, marveling at the feeling. It was as if he barely fit, yet everything about their connection felt perfect, as if he were an integral part of Cale—like two pieces of a puzzle that had finally come together.

As he looked down at Cale, a serene smile graced Choi Han’s face. He moved a stray lock of hair from Cale’s forehead, his fingers brushing softly against his skin. In that moment, Choi Han felt a fierce protectiveness and tenderness looming within him. Every single cell that formed this perfect being under him deserved to be cherished and loved.

He couldn’t wait to kiss him all over, to appreciate the uniqueness of Cale in ways that transcended words. The flutter of emotions in his chest deepened as he imagined each gentle kiss—the warmth of his lips against Cale's skin igniting an intimacy that wrapped around them like a soft blanket.

Choi han leaned down to kiss cale, as he started to push the rest in, Cale’s nails dug into Choi hans hsolders, and Cale closed his eyes as his gaspa amd sudden moanw as muffled by CHoi hans tongue. 

Choi Han's hands glided upwards from Cale's legs to his thighs, then to his hips, finally settling at his waist, holding him firmly yet tenderly. As he looked deeply into Cale's eyes, a silent understanding passed between them, an unspoken promise that this was just the beginning.

With a soft, deliberate motion, Choi Han began to move his hips back and forth, shifting his weight slowly. Cale’s body instinctively responded, yearning to keep him inside with every gentle thrust. It was an intoxicating dance, one that blended uncertainty with raw desire, awakening sensations Cale had never fully acknowledged until now.

As the movements grew more confident, Cale pulled away from their kiss, his breath hitching in his throat. “Oh! F-fuck…” he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and delight. His hands instinctively found their way to Choi Han’s shoulders, scratching at him instinctually, grounding himself in the moment.

Choi Han reveled in Cale’s reactions; each sound and expression fueled something deep within him. He needed to hear more from Cale—to understand how he made him feel. So, he nestled closer, nuzzling against the curve of Cale’s cheek, his breath warm against his skin.

The soft touch sent shivers down Cale's spine, amplifying his sensations. “Choi Han…” Cale murmured, a hint of vulnerability in his voice as he surrendered to the wave of emotions washing over him. He could feel Choi Han’s heartbeat against him, synchronized with the rhythm of their movements.

As Choi Han felt the moment build between them, he paused for just a breath, taking in the beautiful sight of Cale beneath him. The sound of Cale's moans filled the room, rich and melodic, a symphony that harmonized with the creaking of the fold-out couch beneath them. With a gentle yet firm motion, Choi Han pulled Cale back onto him as he pushed in deeper, eliciting a gasp from Cale that made his heart race.

Cale wiped the sweat from his forehead, his breath coming in short gasps as he arched his back in a rhythm that matched Choi Han's movements. “Mh… mh!” His eyes fluttered open to meet the gaze of Choi Han, who smiled down at him with an expression of pure bliss. It was a sight that made Cale's heart swell with emotions he couldn’t quite put into words.

Interlocking their fingers in a gesture of connection and commitment, Cale looked up into Choi Han's eyes, a hint of seriousness drifting into his voice. “Don’t regret this,” he said, an earnest plea wrapped in vulnerability.

Choi Han smiled innocently, their lips brushing together in a soft caress as he whispered back, “That’s impossible.” It was a promise forged in the moment, one that made Cale feel cherished in ways he had only dreamed about.

With a surge of confidence, Choi Han lifted Cale’s legs, his movements becoming faster and more intense. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through Cale, his hand shaking as it gripped Choi Han’s shoulder. Each loving thrust drew out waves of pleasure that coursed through his body, igniting every nerve ending.

“Choi Han!” Cale gasped, his voice trembling with delight.

Cale, caught in the throes of their shared intimacy, instinctively wrapped his hand around his own member, stroking himself in rhythm with Choi Han's every thrust. The heat surged through his body, cheeks flushed with the intensity of the moment. Despite his normally stoic demeanor, he was a whirlwind of emotions, and Choi Han could see right through him.

Cale's eyes, usually so composed, now flickered with a mixture of pleasure and surprise. Each movement was electrifying, igniting every sense within him. Just when he thought he might find his composure, Choi Han found that sweet spot inside him—a precise push that unraveled him completely. A gasp escaped Cale's lips, more of a plea than a sound, as a wave of pleasure washed over him, enveloping him like a warm tide.

"Ah—Choi Han!" Cale gasped, his body arching instinctively to chase the sensation. Choi Han's rhythm quickened, driving deeper, and with every thrust, Cale had saw Choi Hans eyes stare at the spot above Cale’s stomach where his cum had spurted all over.

Cale’s breaths came in quick gasps, punctuated by soft moans that escaped his lips, revealing just how overwhelmed he was by the pleasure. He squeezed himself tighter, matching the pace of Choi Han's thrusts, feeling the intensity build within him. Each stroke ignited a fire in his core, drawing him closer to the edge.

Choi Han watched Cale with an expression of adoration, knowing that the sight of Cale in this state—a perfect mix of desire and vulnerability—was intoxicating. He leaned down, capturing Cale's lips in a desperate kiss, wanting to share everything he was feeling in that moment.

Cale lay back against the soft cushions, feeling the warmth of the moment envelop him like a cocoon. Choi Han's thrusts were relentless, and with each movement, the tension within Cale coiled tighter, pulling him toward the edge. "Ughh…" he exhaled, the overwhelming sensations eclipsing his thoughts.

"I'm close…" Cale managed to gasp, his voice barely above a whisper, drenched in need. Choi Han's eyes sparkled with determination as he focused on Cale, wanting to elicit every ounce of pleasure from him. He gently caressed Cale's cheek, their connection deepening with this simple gesture, reaffirming everything he felt in that moment.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a symphony of their bodies working in perfect harmony, each thrust pushing them closer to their shared climax. As Choi Han pressed deeper into Cale, he felt the anticipation surge within him, each movement intoxicating.

Then, with a final, fervent thrust, Choi Han reached his peak; every part of him ignited with pleasure. The condom filled, catching his release as he closed his eyes in sheer bliss. He gulped, savoring the moment and losing himself in the sensations coursing through him.

Cale panted heavily, feeling a wave of warmth wash over him as he covered his eyes with his forearm, overwhelmed by a combination of ecstasy and emotion. The world around him faded away, leaving just the sounds of their heavy breathing and the lingering echoes of their shared experience.

As the waves of pleasure began to ebb, Cale slowly lowered his arm, his gaze meeting Choi Han’s.

Cale gasped for air, the intensity of the moment still lingering in the air around them. They were both breathless, hearts racing as they tried to catch their breath. Choi Han blinked and glanced down at Cale, his expression a mix of concern and tenderness.

He carefully pulled out, the soft sound of a wet pop filling the space between them. A moment of silence followed, the atmosphere thick with lingering warmth and unspoken words. Choi Han knelt down by the couch, looking at Cale with a blend of apprehension and sincerity.

"I'm sorry if I went too hard on you," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. There was a hint of worry in his eyes, as if he feared he had pushed too far.

Cale shook his head, offering a reassuring smile. He knew that Choi Han had been lost in the moment, just as he had. They had shared something special; the intensity only deepening their connection. "No, it’s okay. I liked it," he replied, his voice still a little breathless.

Choi Han relaxed at Cale's words, relief washing over him. He reached out, brushing a stray hair from Cale's forehead, letting his fingers linger for a moment longer than necessary. "I’m glad," he said, his tone gentle but filled with sincerity.

As the initial rush of their encounter began to settle, Cale became aware of the comfortable intimacy of the moment. They were not just two people who had shared a physical experience, Cale nodded to himself.

As the soft glow of the late evening light spilled through the window, Choi Han found himself utterly captivated by Cale. With a gentle determination coursing through him, he lifted Cale's arm, brushing his lips against the warm skin that lay beneath. Each kiss felt like a gentle whisper against the quietness of the room, a profound promise encased in tenderness. Choi started at Cale’s wrist, his lips lingering there before escalating in a deliberate journey—a slow, soft ladder of kisses that climbed up his forearm.

Once he reached Cale’s bicep, Choi Han paused to savor the moment for just a heartbeat longer. He pressed a lingering kiss into the tender flesh, allowing himself to relish the warmth emanating from Cale's body. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around them like a delicate fabric, cocooning them in a world that existed only for the two of them. With every kiss, Choi Han poured his emotions into the act, translating feelings he often struggled to articulate into a language only his lips could express.

With a gentle, deliberate movement, Choi Han switched to Cale’s other arm, repeating the ritual. Each kiss was like an echo of affirmation of their love, filling the air with a gentle hum of vulnerability and connection. His lips danced over Cale's skin, slowly tracing the contours of his lean muscles while a sense of awe washed over him. It was as if he were charting new territories—the shores of a love that felt boundless and eternal.

Once he had his fill of Cale’s arms, Choi Han gradually lowered his kisses, moving down to Cale’s legs. He began from Cale's toes, each soft peck a gentle reverberation that sent shivers up Cale's spine. He traced the curve of Cale’s calf, relishing the feel of skin beneath his lips, the warmth mixing seamlessly with the burgeoning excitement in the pit of his stomach. The world around them began to fade, blurring into a backdrop against the tender moments they shared.

Reaching Cale's thighs, Choi Han took a brief pause. It felt as if he were on hallowed ground, appreciating the beauty before him. “You’re incredible,” he breathed softly, admiration spilling from his heart as he propped up on his elbows to steal a glance at Cale's face.

Then, without hesitation, he encircled his fingers around Cale’s waist and pulled him closer, his lips descending to kiss over Cale’s torso, each touch a prayer, an offering. When Choi finally reached Cale's nipples, their connection sparked with electricity. “Ah, not right now…” Cale gasped, his voice thick with a mix of surprise and longing.

Choi Han looked up, concern flickering across his features as he took note of Cale's growing vulnerability. Cale groaned softly, his heartbeat amplifying in response to Choi's delicate ministrations. This ritual, however instinctual, was pushing Cale further along the precipice of overwhelming emotion. He needed a break—yet the tenderness of Choi Han’s touches, each kiss a tepid flame, ignited a yearning deep within him that he struggled to suppress.

“Kiss me here,” Choi Han whispered, sealing the moment with a lingering kiss against Cale’s forehead, an intimate blessing that tethered them even closer together. It was a promise of safety, a silent vow that spoke of love and warmth; a marker of ownership that was sensed but never spoken of.

Afterward, they settled under a soft, woven blanket that enveloped them like a protective shield against the world beyond. Choi Han wrapped it snugly around them, smothering the couch in fabric and warmth. But as he noticed Cale's eyelids growing heavier, he felt a pang of genuine worry. “Ah, but Cale-nim! It’s going to dry!” he protested lightly, his voice tinged with care, his fingers brushing through Cale's hair instinctively.

Cale merely groaned in response, seeming to revel in the comfort. “Don’t care… sleep,” he murmured, his words thick with drowsiness yet brimming with a sense of security that made Choi Han's heart swell.

With a resigned sigh, Choi Han laid back beside him, rearranging the blanket as he shifted close to Cale, their fingers interlocking effortlessly. The simple gesture bound them together, weaving a connection that felt palpable. He took a moment to admire the contours of Cale's face—the way his lashes fluttered against his cheeks, the delicate arch of his brow, and the subtle lines of peace that brushed across his lips.

Choi Han felt an overwhelming rush of emotion, a tide of love flooding him with each passing second. As he gazed at Cale's serene expression, he knew that all the complexities of the world fell away in this moment; it was just them—two souls meeting in perfect harmony. And that truth, above all else, grounded him.

“I love you,” he murmured softly to the shadows of the room, a silent prayer cast into the fabric of the night. Choi Han’s heart filled with certainty as he closed his eyes, content in the profound realization that he truly wanted to share all of himself with Cale—for all the moments to come, both in laughter and in silence.

As he listened to Cale’s slow, rhythmic breaths, the soft rise and fall of his partner’s chest lulling him into serenity, he finally found solace in the simplicity of love. This was where he belonged; beside Cale, wrapped in warmth and companionship, both of them preparing to face tomorrow together.

                                                                                                    ~Extra #1~ 

Choi Han's protective nature kicked in, “No, you can’t sleep like this!” he fussed, a hint of urgency threading through his voice. There was something about Cale's peaceful face that stirred a blend of worry and affection in him, without waiting for a protest, Choi Han easily scooped Cale up from the couch, cradling him effortlessly as though he weighed no more than a feather. 

He lifted the  smaller high above his head and yeeted Cale into the warm bath. Cale blinked as it all happened in a flash, ‘This punk…’

Choi Han turned to face the wall, he felt his cheeks flush a deep crimson. Index fingers pressed together nervously. Here he was, feeling both victorious and shy at the same time.