Minho and Jisung had been friends since early childhood. They were incredibly close, always together and always having each other's backs. Over time, things naturally evolved into something more, and they eventually started dating. They have been together for almost a year now. Their friends know about it, but their parents are still in the dark. They are in the same class in their final year of high school. With exams and graduation ahead, they are planning to attend the same university.

Jisung’s House. His mother had just returned from work and entered the house, which was mostly quiet. There was nothing out of the ordinary, only the usual music playing from Jisung’s room, so she did not pay much attention and went about her business.

After a while, she decided to check on him and approached the door. She was just about to knock when the door swung open abruptly. Jisung and Minho stood there, clearly not expecting her to be home yet.

At first, Jisung’s mother was not particularly surprised because Minho was a frequent guest. However, she then took a closer look. Both boys looked a bit disheveled, their cheeks were flushed, and a strange warm scent lingered in the room. Red marks were visible on Jisung’s neck. He was wearing an oversized T-shirt and underwear, while the bed behind them was a complete mess, even though it had been perfectly made that morning.

Silence hung in the air for several seconds. Jisung seemed frozen in place, not knowing where to look. Minho also appeared unusually tense, even though he typically felt right at home there.

Jisung’s mother slowly shifted her gaze from one to the other, and her expression gradually changed from her usual calm to pure shock. It seemed that she finally realized what was happening.

Minho gave an awkward smile and scratched the back of his head. "Oh, hello Mrs. Han. We didn't expect you to be home so soon," Minho said, sounding clearly nervous.