Later that night, back at home, the kids asleep, Sherri sat on the couch with a blanket around her shoulders. Hyunjin returned from the kitchen, three mugs of warm tea in his hands, YoungBok right behind him with snacks.
They sat together, bodies close, hearts full.
"You did it," Sherri said softly.
Hyunjin looked between the two of them—his soul mates—and smiled.
"No," he said, voice gentle. "We did."
Hyunjin's fingers brushed against Sherri's as he reached for a piece of biscuit, and neither of them pulled away. Their eyes met, and something unspoken passed between them—something heavy with longing and unspoken need.
He didn't smile.
He didn't look away.
Instead, his thumb slid slowly across the back of her hand, and his voice came soft. "Do you know how many nights I fell asleep just imagining your touch?"
Sherri's breath caught. "Every night you were gone, I imagined holding you like this. And it still didn't come close."
Hyunjin leaned in without hesitation, his hand slipping around the back of her neck. Their lips met—gentle at first, like a breath shared between them. Then deeper, fuller. Sherri's hands curled into his shirt, tugging him closer as the kiss deepened into something that burned slow and hot.
From beside them, YoungBok watched with a quiet gaze, his cup forgotten. There was no jealousy—only the ache of having missed Hyunjin just as deeply. He reached out and placed a steadying hand on Hyunjin's thigh.
Hyunjin pulled back from Sherri just enough to look at him. His chest rose and fell quickly, pupils blown wide.
"Bokkie…" he breathed.
YoungBok leaned in, his hand now cradling Hyunjin's cheek. "I want to feel you again too, Jinnie."
And Hyunjin moved—turned his body toward him, his hand never leaving Sherri's, as his lips met YoungBok's in a kiss that was entirely different. Not tender and fragile like it had been with Sherri—this one was desperate, rough around the edges, like they were trying to fix something that had cracked.
YoungBok groaned softly into the kiss, his hand sliding up under Hyunjin's shirt, feeling the tight muscle, the warmth of skin that still felt like home.
When they parted, both breathless, Hyunjin sat back, his arms stretched out—one hand gripping Sherri's, the other resting on YoungBok's chest.
"I missed you both so much," he whispered. "Every part of me missed every part of you."
Sherri shifted closer, her head resting against Hyunjin's shoulder. "Then let us show you you're not alone anymore."
Hyunjin kissed her again, longer this time. One hand slid along her side, under her shirt, tracing each rib like it was sacred. She moaned softly against his lips, her hands already slipping beneath his waistband.
YoungBok came behind Hyunjin now, his chest pressing to Hyunjin's back, lips trailing soft, slow kisses down his neck. His fingers moved in sync with Sherri's—one exploring skin, the other gripping Hyunjin's jaw as he leaned in again for another kiss.
Hyunjin gasped between them, pulled taut between fire and comfort. "Don't stop," he whispered. "Please don't stop."
"You've waited long enough," Sherri said, her voice hot against his skin. "Let us love you."
And so they did.
They undressed him slowly, reverently. Sherri kissed each new inch of revealed skin. YoungBok held him close, lips brushing down his spine. Every touch from them was a welcome back, a prayer, a promise.
Hyunjin made soft sounds—broken moans and whispered names—as he melted into the warmth of their hands. Sherri was in his lap, her thighs bracketing him, while YoungBok wrapped around him from behind, kissing the space just below his ear, whispering praises and confessions.
"I love you," Hyunjin whispered, first to Sherri with a kiss that left them both breathless.
Then again, turning his face toward YoungBok, eyes wet and voice shaking. "I love you."
YoungBok kissed him in answer—deep and slow. "And we're yours. Always."
They stayed like that for a long time—intertwined, flushed, mouths meeting again and again. Each kiss was a reunion. Each touch, a story of longing and belonging.
No one rushed.
There was only breath, heat, and the slow rediscovery of the body that had been missed by two hearts for far too long.
The night stretched on, and the stars outside turned their gaze away.
Inside, love burned quietly—shared between three souls, two pairs of hands, and one man who had finally come home.
The room had gone still.
The teacups sat cold and forgotten on the table. Crumbs littered the edge of the couch. A soft blanket had been kicked to the floor, half hanging off the armrest.
And there, in the center of it all, the three of them lay tangled together in the hush of dim lamplight.
Sherri was curled into Hyunjin's chest, her fingers tracing lazy shapes over the skin just above his heart. Every so often, she'd press a kiss there, just under his collarbone, as if reminding herself he was real. That he had truly come back.
Hyunjin's arms were wrapped tightly around her, but his gaze was fixed on YoungBok, who lay behind him, his body pressed close along Hyunjin's spine. One of YoungBok's arms was slung across Hyunjin's waist, his fingers moving slowly—comforting, grounding.
Hyunjin let out a soft breath, almost a sigh, as he leaned further into both of them.
"I forgot how full this feels," he whispered. "Being touched like this… not for the cameras, not for duty—but like I belong."
"You do belong," Sherri said softly, her cheek resting against his chest. "Here. With us."
YoungBok tightened his hold and pressed a kiss between Hyunjin's shoulder blades. "You never stopped belonging, even when you were away. We were always waiting. Always loving you."
Hyunjin blinked back the heat in his eyes. His fingers ran through Sherri's hair, then back to grip YoungBok's hand resting on his stomach. "You both feel like the safest place I've ever known."
Sherri tilted her head up and kissed his jaw, her lips barely brushing the edge of his smile. "Then don't go anywhere."
"I won't," he promised. "I couldn't if I tried."
Silence fell again—soft, warm, and complete.
YoungBok's breath was steady against his neck. Sherri's heartbeat thumped gently under his hand. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Hyunjin didn't feel stretched between places, didn't ache for something missing.
He was whole.
He was home.
He closed his eyes as sleep began to tug at him, the last thing he heard being Sherri's whispered, "I love you," and YoungBok's low hum of agreement, both of them wrapping around him like the softest promise the night could offer.