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As in most nights that the two friends spent together, it was also a merry evening

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As in most nights that the two friends spent together, it was also a merry evening. A lot of alcohol flowed, because the two especially loved the expensive vodka and champagne that was brought to them in an ice bucket in the VIP lounge.

Everyone in the club knew who they were. Everyone knew Yeonjun's mother, and at that, he himself was not spared from rumors.

But what others said didn't interest Yeonjun, because he had been going through this for a long time. He had learned to ignore the words and live according to his ideals.

According to his desires.

And those were alcohol and fun on Saturday night.

They partied until the next morning dawned, the sun stretched over Seoul, and it wasn't until the city was back in full swing that Yeonjun stumbled in the door. Still wearing his fur coat, which by now reeked of cigarette smoke and alcohol, he tossed it onto the bench in the dressing room and then freed himself from his black boots, rocking a bit.

He was incredibly loud, but his mother was already used to that. And he was equally sure that she was already awake and able.

Therefore, he trudged further into her office, leaning against the doorframe and trying to stand reasonably straight, even though the alcohol had by no means left his body. "Good evening, Mum," he grinned, looking at her concentrated face that was staying on some papers in her hand.

"Good morning, honey," Choi Jiwoo replied with a gentle smile, but didn't look up at her son. "Did you have fun? Did you go out with Song Jia?"

Yeonjun turned so that his back was leaning against the door frame.

"Sure," he answered both questions at the same time, and also nodded. "I need sleep badly," he grumbled as he ran his hands through his hair. The room was still spinning a bit, so he held onto the door handle.

Nodding, his mother answered a question that hadn't even been asked. Through this, one could tell that she wasn't quite giving her son the attention that Yeonjun perhaps needed at the moment. At least that's what one could glean from Jiwoo's attitude, but her words proved otherwise and a mother's abilities to focus on two things at once.

"You should go to bed now, sweetie. Shall I order you some soup for later so you can sober up properly?"

Yeonjun sighed heavily, looking up at the ceiling, hoping his head would stop pounding soon. He felt a throb, a grumble in his stomach, and he blew out a big breath. "Sounds good," he said, looking at her again, but she didn't give him a glance.

He couldn't help but think of Jia's words.

I wonder if his mum would stand by him forever, always protect him. Because he was her treasure.

Even if work took up a lot of her attention, and so she echoed the phrases she always said.

But the worry seemed unfounded when Jiwoo finally put the pen aside and looked at her chick with a smile. Then the woman stood up and walked toward Yeonjun, letting her hand wander over his head. Just like a little boy. "Okay, my darling, then I will send you something in a few hours and you rest a bit," she said and despite the smells of alcohol and smoke, Jiwoo pressed a kiss to her boy's forehead. So Yeonjun was already much more satisfied and nodded firmly before pushing himself away from the door frame and heading in the direction of his room with a loud yawn.

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