Hayun thinks nothing of leading the man through his darkened home. He thinks nothing of the trust that it requires to allow yourself to be walked (and with his eyes closed, no less. As if the darkness isn't yet nearly enough) through an unfamiliar place. Were his mind a little more clear, Hayun might realize that a man who travels with bodyguards isn't likely to let just anyone lead him around by the hand in the dark. Then again, were Hayun's mind a little more clear, he might've also noticed that there are no bodyguards here right now. Mr Siwoo is probably waiting outside, but in here? It's just the two of them.

Seeing the hand reaching out for his in the dark, Hayun threads his fingers with Yohan's and slides himself a little closer, wanting to feel the older man's body next to his. A reminder that it's not just him here, that there's another life in this otherwise lifeless home, even if only temporarily. He turns his head to press his face against Yohan's arm. The man always wears such nice clothing. Expensive too, probably. Hayun shouldn't be crying into his shirt. He should stop. He should apologize. But when he opens his mouth to do just that, those aren't the muffled words that come tumbling out before he can even think of stopping them. "I don't have an aunt. I lied about her and I'm sorry but I couldn't tell you that I'm alone. I'm completely alone and it's really, really hard sometimes. My grandparents were all I had left but they died. I did everything I could and I tried so hard to take care of them but I couldn't help and now it's just me. Maybe there's more I could've done but I swear, Yohan, I really did everything I could, it just wasn't enough and I lost them."