Guon - T1 Empire: Mischievous Games

Chapter 31

Standing at the door of Oner's apartment, Gumayusi took a moment to absorb the scene around him. The dim lighting of the corridor, the faint sounds of the city beyond, and the weight of Oner in his arms combined to create a moment that felt both delicate and intimate. He carefully shifted Oner to one arm while his free hand reached for the door handle. A pang of realization hit him when he remembered the need for a password.

Whispering gently into Oner's ear, he said, "Hey, Oner, I need your door password."

Oner, in his half-conscious state, mumbled something incomprehensible. Gumayusi gently nudged him again, speaking softly, "Oner, just the password, okay?"

With sleepy eyes, Oner murmured a sequence of numbers, his face scrunching up adorably as he tried to remember. Then, seemingly satisfied with the digits he provided, Oner snuggled closer to Gumayusi, seeking warmth and comfort. Gumayusi couldn't suppress a soft chuckle at the endearing sight.

Entering the apartment, Gumayusi was immediately struck by the stark contrast to his own living space. The apartment was small, with a minimalistic design. The walls were adorned with just a few photos, mainly of landscapes and a couple with family or friends. The furniture was basic and functional, with clear signs of wear. A single, dim light illuminated the compact living room, revealing a small kitchenette to the side.

The cold was the next thing Gumayusi noticed. The chill in the air hinted that the heating hadn't been on for a while, perhaps to save on utility bills. A pang of concern hit him. How long had Oner been living in these conditions?

Walking through the apartment, he noted the slightly cluttered work desk, filled with stacks of papers, a laptop, and a few half-filled cups of tea or coffee. There was a palpable sense of loneliness in the apartment, a solitude that seemed magnified by the stark surroundings.

Gumayusi felt an urge to provide Oner with more comfort, not just for tonight but perhaps for the foreseeable future. He wanted to ensure Oner was safe, warm, and taken care of. Taking out his phone, he quickly called his driver.

"Change of plans," he began. "We're heading to my apartment."

The decision felt right. While he wasn't entirely sure of all the emotions running through him, one thing was clear: Gumayusi wanted to take care of Oner. And that's precisely what he intended to do.