Han's POV
I woke up early that morning to the sight of Tyler's face nestled into the pillow beside mine. His breathing was soft, rhythmic. He looked so damn peaceful as if the chaos of yesterday hadn't touched him at all. I crept a little closer, heart stupidly fluttering, and gave him a soft kiss. Just a brush of my lips on his. He didn't even stir. Figures. I guess the kiss was too gentle. Maybe next time, I'd bite.
Dragging myself out of bed, I made my way downstairs. My parents were finally leaving—thank God. Jisoo was already at the door, packing their bags, side-eyeing me every two minutes like she was storing emotional ammunition for later. I helped escort them out, kissed my mother on the cheek, gave my dad the respectful nod, and waved them goodbye without a single hint of sadness.
Because finally... the house was ours.
Just me. And him. And four walls full of tension we'd been avoiding for far too long.
