At the Lee Estate, the door to their bedroom was a barrier between them and the rest of the house, but it couldn't block out the tension that hung thick in the air. Eunjae stood by the window, his arms crossed, staring out at the dark gardens. The humiliation of kneeling still burned on his skin.
Daon stood near the bed, having shed his suit jacket. The silence was heavy, unbearable. He was the one to break it, his voice quiet, tired.
"Eunjae... can we just... be done with this?" he asked, not looking at him. "I want peace. I want things to go back to normal."
Eunjae turned, his expression a mix of anger and hurt. "Go back to normal? You mean you want me to go back to pretending your father didn't just make me kneel for a lie? You want to go back to you not believing me?"
"I didn't say that," Daon said, though the protest was weak. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, a rare sign of agitation. "I just... I want the fighting to stop. I want us to be okay."
