YEJUN was kicked out of the house.
Well, Wonhee's first mission into helping him recover had always ended. Hence, they had no more reasons to sleep together.
But that wasn't the reason he was kicked out.
[Wonhee hates me now…]
Yejun clutched his chest tightly.
[It hurts…]
"Son, is that you?"
Oh.
Yejun raised his head before he stood up and bowed his head. "Welcome back, Abeoji."
Yes— the person who found him sitting pitifully in front of the huge gate of his parents' house was his father.
"Why are you waiting here when you don't even need a key to enter our house?" his father asked worriedly. "Are you hurt? Did something happen…" His father trailed off, and then he gently patted him on the shoulder. "Let's come in first. Have you eaten yet?"
Yejun followed his father inside the house. "I have no appetite, Abeoji. Where's Eomma?"
