Whispers Of Regret | Hyunlix

Enivrant - Intoxicating

As he spoke, the ravenette's gaze flicked up, his expression momentarily clouded with curiosity and perhaps a hint of jealousy. Before he could interject, however, the lady's excitement bubbled over. "Omo, how is he? Tell him I miss him. Is he still as good looking as before?" she asked eagerly, leaning forward with anticipation.

The blonde's smile widened, his eyes lighting up with fond memories. "Yes, he's doing well. Even though he keeps complaining that he misses me, he'll be coming to Korea soon. And as for your last question, when is he ever not handsome? In fact, he's become even more good looking," he replied, his tone affectionate and tinged with amusement.

The lady beamed at his response, her heart swelling with warmth. Adding more steak to the blonde's plate, she urged him to eat more, her gestures filled with motherly care and love. Oblivious to the subtle undercurrents of emotion swirling from a particular someone, they continued their meal.

Both of them remained oblivious to the ravenette, who seethed with jealousy. Mr. Hwang wore an amused expression as he watched his wife subtly eyeing Hyunjin, while the latter stared down at his food, gripping his chopsticks tightly. Chuckling softly, Mr. Hwang shook his head.

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As the four of them lounged comfortably on the couch, the blonde, with his head nestled in the lady's lap, enjoyed the tender caress of her fingers running through his silky, blonde locks. It was a moment of pure relaxation, with the soft murmur of conversation and the occasional laughter filling the air.

Amidst this calm setting, Hyunjin sat nearby, engrossed in his phone. However, his gaze kept drifting towards the blonde, unable to resist stealing glances every few seconds. Each stolen glance was filled with an undeniable longing, a silent admiration that spoke volumes without words.

Although the younger one pretended not to notice, each glance sent a flurry of butterflies fluttering wildly in his stomach, a sensation he couldn't quite control. It was as if his heart knew something his mind hadn't quite caught up to yet, and with each glance exchanged, the tension between them crackled like electricity in the air, igniting a fluttering sensation deep within his chest.

"Ma'am, we've cleaned the room," one of the maids said politely. "Oh, really? Thank you. You may leave early today," Mrs. Hwang replied with a soft smile. The maid bowed and left.

The blonde's curiosity was piqued, and he raised an eyebrow. "Eomma, why did they clean the room? Isn't the mansion already cleaned daily?" he asked innocently, unaware of the painful memories that lingered within those walls.

The woman let out a sigh, her fingers trembling slightly as she gently caressed the blonde's hair before answering. "That room has been unoccupied for 8 years," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hyunjin only goes there when he misses—" She stopped abruptly, unable to bear the weight of her words, and took a shaky breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

The blonde's eyes widened, his heart constricting painfully in his chest. He turned to look at the ravenette, who was scrolling through his phone. Sensing the younger one's gaze, Hyunjin glanced up,  their eyes met, a torrent of unspoken emotions passed between them, each longing for something they couldn't quite grasp.

A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of crickets chirping outside. The blonde felt his eyes start to moisten as he noticed the depth of sadness in Hyunjin's gaze, a pain mirrored in his own heart.

Before he could lose control of his emotions, the younger one averted his gaze and sat up on the couch, his movements stiff with unresolved tension. "Eomma, I-I'll go freshen up," he stammered, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. With a nod from the lady, he made his way towards the stairs, his footsteps echoing hollowly in the empty corridors.