Jihoon's nerves frayed as he arrived at Haneul's place. Clenched his fists and took a deep breath before entering.

After their dinner, Jihoon calls Haneul to sit with him on the couch. Haneul didn't ask but saw how Jihoon was thinking a lot earlier.

"Haneul... can we talk?" Jihoon asked, his voice laced with unease.

Haneul's concern was palpable. "What's wrong, Mr. Kim?"

Jihoon hesitated, unsure how to reveal his painful past.

Jihoon's eyes locked onto Haneul's, his voice barely audible.

 "I have someone in my past… We…"

Every word felt like a fishbone in his lungs, but he insisted on the truth for Haneul's sake.

Haneul's concerned tone soothed him. "It's okay, Mr. Kim. I'll listen, no matter what. Take your time."

Haneul holds Jihoon's hand.

Jihoon took a deep breath. “I have known him since high school... We were together for five years.”

Haneul's curious expression encouraged Jihoon to continue.

"We vowed to be forever, but his obsession suffocated me. I ended it, but he refused to let go."

Memories flooded back, and Jihoon's hands clenched.

"He has harassed me ever since, demanding reconciliation. I thought I'd escaped when he went abroad, but he's back."

Haneul's grip on Jihoon's hand tightened.

"What can I do?" Haneul asked softly.

Jihoon's eyes dropped, shame washing over him.

 "I feared losing you, tarnishing our love with my past."

Haneul's gentle touch lifted Jihoon's face.

"Mr. Kim, your love is stronger than that. I know it." Haneul said, "I'll trust in what I felt and believe," he continued, his smile wide and unwavering.

No disappointment, only innocence and love shone in his eyes. 

Haneul's words enveloped Jihoon's heart, soothing the ache. Jihoon's eyes welled up, gratitude overflowing.

"Thank you, Haneul... just being with you—" Jihoon's voice faltered.

Haneul's lips brushed against Jihoon's, a tender kiss.

"I'm the one who should be thanking you, Mr. Kim," Haneul whispered. "For trusting me with the truth."

In that moment, Jihoon found solace in Haneul's love, his true strength.

Haneul's lips still brushed against Jihoon's, their hearts beating as one. 

Jihoon's eyes locked onto Haneul's, his voice barely audible. “I'm sorry... for not telling you sooner.”

Haneul's gentle touch soothed Jihoon's worries. “You don't have to apologize, Mr. Kim.”

As they held each other, Jihoon felt the weight lift, his heart healing.

Fingers intertwined, they savored the closeness, hearts beating as one.

Jihoon's hands cradled Haneul's face, their foreheads touching. Haneul's eyes shone with emotion. 

“I want to do it, Mr. Kim." Haneul's whisper sparked Jihoon's passion. 

Their lips met in a tender kiss, deepening into passion. Jihoon's fingers intertwined with Haneul's, their bodies swaying together.

In the silence, their hearts spoke volumes, love and trust entwined.

As they broke apart, gasping softly, Jihoon's eyes never left Haneul's.

"Stay with me tonight, Mr. Kim," Haneul asked, his voice low.

Jihoon nodded, a gentle smile on his lips. “I will."

Their bodies drew closer, love and desire merging. Their love story unfolded, a beautiful, unbreakable bond.

Jihoon's hands roamed Haneul's skin, tracing Haneul's curves inside his clothes, igniting shivers. 

His lips brushed against Haneul's neck, sending shivers down his spine.

Haneul's shirt slid off, revealing smooth skin. Jihoon took it off, gentle yet urgent.

Jihoon's eyes admired Haneul's beauty, his heart swelling.

Haneul's fingers unbuttoned Jihoon's shirt, and their eyes locked. Jihoon's chest rose and fell, his skin burning with desire.

Their clothes fell away, leaving only love and passion.

Haneul's whisper fueled Jihoon's passion. “Haa… I want you, Mr. Kim."

Their lips crashed, tongues entwining, hearts racing. 

Jihoon swayed his body on Haneul's, their hearts beating in unison.

“Mr. Kim… oh…” Haneul's gentle moans fueled Jihoon's desire, their bodies entwined.

Haneul's eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting for Jihoon's gentle kiss.

Haneul's soft moan intertwined with Jihoon's husky sigh.

Their bodies moved as one, lost in the tender moment.

Jihoon's whisper caressed Haneul's ear. “Haneul...ha..."

Jihoon's lips left a tender trail on Haneul's skin, a gentle mark of love.

Haneul's fingers instinctively traced Jihoon's back, his nails leaving subtle scratches.

Their passion ignited, hearts racing in harmony.

In the warmth of each other's embrace, they found solace.

Jihoon's touch ignited Haneul's passion, their love burning brighter.

Haneul's whisper sparked Jihoon's fire. "I… love you, Mr. Kim."

"Me too," Jihoon replied, his voice husky.

In the silence, their bodies spoke, love and desire merging.

As they surrendered to their passion, the world outside faded, and their love became the only truth, pure and unbreakable.

But unbeknownst to them, Jaemin's malice was just beginning to unravel…