‘Our’ home.
There was a time when the Silver Lion manor was called that.
Around middle school, when Jioh’s training ended and his visits tapered off, it naturally got filed away as a childhood memory.
Knock, knock—click.
“…They said you were sleeping.”
Jioh snapped out of his reverie. Beom, standing at the door, let out a light chuckle.
“‘Go take a quiet look at an angel sleeping’… that was the order, so I came to look. But all I find is someone so bored he’s about to die.”
He jokes, asking where the angel’s hiding. Gyeon Jioh—who never loses—shot back:
“Who’re you, then?”
“Don’t start.”
“Ahh, it’s our house’s mad gong, huh. You looked so different from the chaebol guy I saw this morning I thought you were some other household’s man.”
“What are you talking about?”
Beom walked in with his hands in the robe pockets.
Hair slightly damp, a light indoor robe thrown on.
Seemed he’d come straight over after a shower the moment he got off work.
When the Gyeon siblings left the Seongbuk-dong manor, he also moved out… with Jioh coming in this time, he ended up staying for a bit too.
Thanks to Eun Seok-won, a believer that a house should be comfortable, this was a very “for-home-eyes-only” look.
It had been a…