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Sunoo groaned as he opened his eyes, the morning sunlight seeping through the curtains. He tried to shake off the remnants of a night he'd rather forget. Slowly, he pushed himself up, glancing around the unfamiliar room.
The scent of toasting bread wafted into the room, drawing Sunoo's attention. He stumbled out of bed, his head still heavy from the events of the night before. As he entered the kitchen, he found Sunghoon expertly flipping slices of bread on the stove.
"Morning," Sunghoon greeted, offering a small smile. "I thought breakfast might help."
Sunoo managed a half-hearted smile in return, avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, thanks. I'll go wash up and join you."
In the bathroom, Sunoo stared at his reflection, trying to piece together the blurry fragments of the previous evening. Water splashed on his face helped clear his mind, if only slightly. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead.
------ Minutes later, Sunoo joined Sunghoon in the kitchen, the clinking of dishes echoing in the quiet room.
Yoon bounded into the kitchen with a mischievous grin, his messy hair bouncing as he took a seat at the table. However, after a moment, he realized his little hands weren't as clean as they should be.
"Dad, I forgot to wash my hands!" Yoon exclaimed, jumping up from his chair and scampering off to the bathroom.
Seizing the moment, Sunghoon turned to Sunoo, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Hey, Sunoo, there's something I've been wanting to ask you. Are you comfortable talking about what happened last night?"
Sunoo hesitated, his gaze meeting Sunghoon's. After a brief pause, he nodded, a mix of apprehension and relief in his eyes. "Yeah, we should talk about it. Clear the air, you know?"
Sunghoon's expression shifted from curiosity to concern as he absorbed Sunoo's words. "Sunoo, what is your relation with that man?"
Sunoo sighed, his gaze dropping to the tabletop. "Niki was my boss, and when I was desperate for a job, he offered me one. But it wasn't just about work. He wanted to use my body in return. I felt trapped and didn't know what to do."
Sunghoon's expression turned serious as he absorbed Sunoo's revelation. "Sunoo, that's not right. You shouldn't have had to go through that. We can take legal action, and involve the police."
Sunoo sighed, a heavy burden evident in his eyes. "I can't, Sunghoon. My father works in the police force. I can't risk dragging my family into this mess. It's complicated. And so far I haven't told anyone about this."
Concern etched across his face, Sunghoon placed a supportive hand on Sunoo's shoulder. "You don't have to face this alone. We can find another way, maybe talk to someone you trust. You deserve justice."
Sunoo nodded appreciatively, the weight of the past still lingering.
Yoon returned to the kitchen, his hands now properly washed, oblivious to the serious conversation that had unfolded in his absence. He beamed at the two adults.
