"Haha..."

"He's your husband."

Yihan blinked several times before slowly pointing at Hyunseok.

"So... you're telling me this big, handsome guy is my husband?"

Hyunseok smiled proudly.

"So... you think I'm handsome?"

Yihan looked at him with a strange expression, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in his life.

"By the way, let me make one thing clear. I hate fucking gays, so keep your distance from me. If you come anywhere near me saying you're my husband, I'm gonna cut your junk into pieces."

After listening to those words, Hyunseok puffed out his cheeks and made a cute pout.

"Why are you so harsh... umph."

Inside his mind, however, his thoughts were completely different.

I know I'm acting crazy right now... but God gave me a second chance to make everything right. I'm going to make him fall in love with me again. Even if every flower I hold is covered in poison... I'll hold that poison for him.

Jeewon slowly turned his head toward Hyunseok with a speechless expression, wondering what on earth he was doing.

But Hyunseok completely ignored him and continued acting silly.

Yihan frowned.

"Even if you keep making that pouty face or whatever... maintain your distance, you gay asshole."

Hyunseok smiled without getting offended.

"Yihan... you're so mean. Did you also forget that we have a two-year-old child?"

Yihan froze.

For a second, his mind went completely blank.

He wasn't sure if he had heard correctly.

He thought Hyunseok was making fun of him.

After a few moments, he looked at him again and asked in a shaky voice,

"...Can you tell me again what you just said?"

Hyunseok answered without hesitation.

"We have a baby together."

Jeewon slowly looked toward Hyunseok.

Hyun... what the heck are you doing?

What happened to you?

I've never seen you use your charm on anyone before.

At the same time, Hyunseok glanced at Jeewon from the corner of his eyes.

Yeah... I know I'm fucking crazy right now.

So just leave from here.

Jeewon let out a helpless sigh before raising both hands.

"Okay, okay... you two continue this conversation at home. I'm leaving. I don't have the patience to stay in this room any longer."

Hyunseok immediately looked at Yihan.

"Yihan... let's go home."

The two of them walked out of the room together.

Outside, the hospital was as busy as ever. Doctors hurried through the hallways while nurses pushed patients from one department to another. The entire building was filled with hurried footsteps and the constant sound of medical equipment.

As they walked through the lobby, Yihan suddenly stopped.

"...Wait."

"Aren't you going to pay the hospital bill?"

"I don't have any money."

"So... if you're really my husband..."

"...then you pay."

Hyunseok couldn't help but smile.

"Yihan... we don't have to pay."

"...Because this is our hospital."

Yihan slowly turned toward him.

"So... you're telling me this hospital belongs to us?"

"Yes."

Hyunseok smiled gently.

"Do you like it?"

"If you want... I'll transfer this hospital into your name."

Yihan blinked several times.

"Oh..."

"...You can actually do that?"

"Yeah."

"I can transfer it to your name whenever you want."

Yihan shook his head.

"But... I don't need it right now."

Soon, both of them walked outside while casually talking to each other.

They stood near the entrance, waiting for the car.

After a few minutes, Hyunseok's secretary arrived with the car and quickly opened the rear door for them.

The drive back home was unusually quiet.

Neither of them spoke.

Yihan quietly stared out of the window, watching buildings, trees, and passing cars disappear one after another. Sometimes he even found himself counting the electric poles that flashed past as the car continued moving.

Meanwhile, Hyunseok also looked outside the window.

But unlike Yihan...

...he wasn't really looking at anything.

His mind was completely blank.

The future terrified him.

He knew he was standing at the edge of a cliff.

One wrong step...

...and everything would fall apart.

Even so, he had already made up his mind.

He would make Yihan fall in love with him again...

...without forcing him to remember the past.

He felt guilty.

He knew what he was doing wasn't completely right.

But sometimes...

...people standing at the edge of a cliff have no choice except to make impossible decisions.

After nearly an hour of driving, the car finally stopped in front of a massive mansion.

Yihan slowly stepped out of the car.

He stood there for several seconds, staring at the enormous mansion before him.

Am I really going to live in a place this big...?

It feels like a dream.

Slowly, he walked inside.

His eyes wandered around the luxurious interior until they suddenly landed on a huge wedding photograph hanging on the wall.

Without saying a word, he walked toward the living room, sat down on the couch, and called out,

"Hey... Mr. Husband."

"Come here and sit for a second."

He patted the empty space beside him.

There was something he hadn't asked back at the hospital.

He had been too embarrassed to ask it there.

After taking a deep breath, he finally looked at Hyunseok.

"...Now tell me honestly."

"...Do I really have a child?"

Hyunseok looked at him quietly.

"Why would I lie about something like that?"

He then turned toward one of the maids.

"Seok Jaa..."

"Please bring the baby."

"Yes, Young Master."

A few moments later, Seok Jaa returned, gently carrying the little girl in her arms.

Hyunseok carefully took the child before slowly walking toward Yihan.

Without saying anything, he placed the baby into Yihan's arms.

Yihan held the little girl carefully, almost instinctively supporting her tiny body.

The moment she looked at him...

...she giggled.

A bright, innocent laugh escaped from her tiny lips as she reached out her small hand toward his face.

The sound of her laughter echoed softly through the room.

Yihan's heartbeat suddenly became louder.

His cheeks slowly turned red.

Without realizing it...

...his eyes began to fill with tears.

He simply stared at the little girl in silence.

Then, almost like a whisper...

He gently said,

"...I'm sorry."