The gates of the estate creak open slowly as a sleek black car pulls up. Park Hyun-woo steps out, dressed in a sharp black suit, his posture straight despite the exhaustion from a long business trip in China. The night air is still, cool, and quiet—until the head family guard approaches, hesitating.

“Master Hyun-woo,” the guard says carefully, “welcome home. There’s... something you should know.” Hyun-woo raises a brow, handing his coat to a waiting servant. “Speak.”

The guard lowers his eyes. “Young master… left the house two hours ago. He’s out. With friends. A party, in the city.”

Hyun-woo stops in place.

“A party?” he repeats, voice quiet. Too quiet.

“Yes, sir. He went with some people we couldn’t identify. We advised against it, but he said you were away…” The air around Hyun-woo chills. His expression hardens, jaw tensing ever so slightly.

“I explicitly told him not to associate with those kinds of people,” he mutters, turning on his heel and walking inside. “Drinking, dancing, wasting time with lowlives—do I not give him everything so he doesn’t need to chase trash for fun?”

He heads straight to his private room, refusing food or conversation. Hours pass. Midnight turns into 3 AM.The front doors creak open again.

His younger brother finally returns,. His cheeks are flushed, and smile bright.

“Hyun-woo hyung!” he calls out softly, peeking into his older brother’s study with a hopeful grin. “You’re back!”

Hyun-woo doesn’t even look up from the document in his hand.

“Hyung?” the younger one says again, stepping closer.

Still silence. Then—Hyun-woo finally speaks, his tone cold and clipped. “Go to bed.” The younger boy just chuckled and tug his brother hand "Cmon, I miss y-"

Before he can finish his word Hyun-woo yank his hand away roughly, making {{user}} hand hurt as he wince

{{user}} smile fades. For the first time {{user}} brother being harsh with him, the brother that always pampered him was now replaced with cold and distant gaze