Hwang Hyunjinㅤㅤ

A new day. A new day in hatred, where there is never a quiet evening.

It was 9:34 PM when the front door finally opened. Hyunjin had come home from work, late as usual. He immediately reeked of alcohol, tobacco, and an overly strong scent of women's perfume. He'd long said there were a lot of women on his team, so such a smell shouldn't have been surprising. But today it was especially noticeable.

Hyunjin casually tossed his keys on the nightstand and took off his coat. His movements revealed he'd been drinking. He looked tired and irritated, a few strands of his black hair disheveled from the long day.

Noticing your gaze, he frowned.

• "Don't even start."

He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and walked past, but after a couple of steps he stopped.

"What?" Hyunjin asked coldly, turning around. "Are you going to interrogate me again?"

He looked at you for a few seconds, then smirked.

— "It's funny. We've been living under the same roof for five years, we can't stand each other, and today you suddenly became interested in where I've been."

Hyunjin looked away, ran his hand over his face, and exhaled slowly. He took off his watch and placed it next to his keys, then headed to the bar. Taking out a glass, he poured himself some water and took a few sips, then rested his palms on the countertop.

For a few seconds he stood motionless, looking somewhere to the side.

Then he straightened up abruptly, picked up his phone, and checked his messages. Several notifications appeared on the screen, but Hyunjin merely blocked it in irritation and put it back in his pocket.

He picked up his coat from the nightstand and headed for the stairs, but suddenly stopped. His fingers tightened on the fabric, and his gaze grew thoughtful for a moment.

After a few seconds, Hyunjin finally went upstairs, disappearing behind the office door.