In Daon and Eunjae's shared bedroom the adrenaline from the confrontation with Taekyun was fading, leaving behind a complicated aftermath. They sat on the edge of the large bed, a palpable distance between them.
Daon let out a long, weary sigh, breaking the silence. He didn't look at Eunjae, instead staring at his own hands clasped in his lap. "Why did you do that?" he asked, his voice low and heavy.
Eunjae, still riding a wave of righteous fury, answered immediately. "I hated it. I hated seeing him in there, clinging to Rinwoo's scent after everything he did. He doesn't get to—"
"I'm not asking about that," Daon interrupted, his tone sharpening. He finally turned his head, his gaze landing on Eunjae, and it was filled with a deep, unresolved conflict. "I'm asking about why you pushed my father."
