Han is heading out of the company, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of meeting Min-soo. As he steps out of the building, he's surprised to see Taejoon waiting for him, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
Taejoon's eyes lock onto Han's, his expression unreadable. "Hey," he says, pushing off the wall.
Han's heart sinks, wondering if Taejoon somehow found out about his plans with Min-soo. "What are you doing here?" he asks, trying to sound casual.
Taejoon shrugs. "I was in the area, thought I'd give you a ride."
Han raises an eyebrow, sensing something off. "I've got my own plans," he says, trying to brush Taejoon off.
Taejoon's eyes narrow slightly. "What kind of plans?"
I'm not telling you..han said
Taejoon's expression turns firm, his voice brooking no argument. "You're hanging out with me instead."
Han's eyes widen in surprise, his mind racing with thoughts of Min-soo and the plans they had made. "What? No, Taejoon, I already made plans," he says, trying to reason with him.
Taejoon's jaw clenches, his eyes flashing with a possessive glint. "Cancel them. I'm taking you out."
Han's frustration boils over, and he takes a step forward, his voice rising. "You can't just dictate my schedule like that, Taejoon. I made plans with someone, and I'm going to keep them."
Taejoon's face darkens, his eyes narrowing. "Who is it?" he demands, his tone cold and menacing.
Han stands his ground, refusing to back down. "That's none of your business," he says, his voice firm.
Han's eyes widen in shock as Taejoon suddenly swoops in, scooping him up in a bridal-style carry. Han's protests are muffled as he's lifted off the ground, his legs instinctively wrapping around Taejoon's waist.
"Put me down, Taejoon!" Han demands, his voice rising in indignation, but Taejoon just keeps walking, his long strides eating up the distance to his car.
As they approach the vehicle, Taejoon yanks open the door and slides Han into the passenger seat. Han's face is flushed with embarrassment and anger, but before he can react, Taejoon's already buckling him in.
"You're going to regret this," Han warns, his eyes blazing with fury.
Taejoon's expression is unyielding as he leans in, his voice low and husky. "I'm just getting started," he says, before slamming the door shut and walking around to the driver's side.
Han's heart is racing as Taejoon gets in and starts the engine. "Where are we going?" he demands, trying to keep his cool.
Taejoon's smile is enigmatic as he pulls out of the parking lot. "You'll see," he says, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
The car ride is tense, with Han seething in silence beside Taejoon. Taejoon's eyes dart occasionally to Han, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, but he says nothing, focusing on the road.
As they drive, the scenery outside becomes increasingly unfamiliar, and Han's curiosity gets the better of him. "Where are we going?" he asks again, trying to keep his tone even.
Taejoon just smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You'll see," he repeats, his voice infuriatingly calm.
Han's frustration simmers, and he turns his gaze out the window, wondering what Taejoon's plan is. Is he trying to prove a point? Or is there something more to this?
The car finally slows, and Taejoon pulls into a secluded driveway. The gates swing open, revealing a serene landscape of rolling hills and manicured gardens.
Han's eyes widen as he takes in the scenery. "What is this place?" he asks, his curiosity piqued despite himself.
Taejoon's smile grows, and he parks the car. "Welcome to my home," he says, his eyes glinting with triumph.