Chapter 44:

The group gathered in the living room, some sprawled on the couches while others sat cross-legged on the floor. The air was buzzing with energy as Ha-Joon placed an empty wine bottle in the center of the coffee table.

"Alright, rules are simple," he announced, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "Spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on gets to pick: Truth or Dare."

Scarlet grinned. "And no backing out once you pick."

Aaira sighed, shaking her head. "I already regret agreeing to this."

Esme adjusted her position on the couch, resting a protective hand on her baby bump. "I swear if someone makes me do something ridiculous, I'm out."

Ha-Joon smirked. "We'll be gentle with you."

Scarlet rolled her eyes. "That's not reassuring in the slightest."

Ha-Joon gave the bottle a quick spin, and it whirled rapidly before slowing down, finally landing on Thomas.

Thomas groaned. "Damn it."

Christine nudged him. "Truth or Dare?"

He rubbed his face before sighing. "Dare."

A malicious grin spread across Ha-Joon's face. "I dare you to call your mom and tell her you're a gay."

Thomas' eyes widened. "Are you insane?"

Christine burst into laughter. "He would do it!"

Thomas shook his head vehemently. "Absolutely not! Next dare!"

Scarlet smirked. "Coward."

The group laughed as Ha-Joon relented and gave Thomas a slightly less insane dare, doing five push-ups while balancing a wine glass on his back. Surprisingly, Thomas managed it. The bottle was spun again, and this time, it landed on Seung-Il.

He sighed, already regretting being there. "Truth."

Scarlet didn't even hesitate. "Is it true you have a secret talent no one knows about?"

Seung-Il looked at her blankly. "I can sing."

Silence. Then chaos. "Wait, what?" Scarlet gasped.

"Since when?!" Esme asked in shock.

Aaira folded her arms, skeptical. "You're lying."

Seung-Il sighed, rubbing his temple. "Fine. You want proof?"

Seung-Il sighed dramatically as he was handed the phone with lyrics on the screen. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Esme grinned. "Oh, we want to be warned."

Scarlet leaned back against the couch, smirking. "This is going to be good."

Aaira, suppressing a giggle, picked a popular Korean song, "Lover Loser" by TXT. "Sing this."

Seung-Il groaned. "Why this song? It's too soft!"

Scarlet said, "Guys let him sing whatever he wants."

Seung-Il cleared his throat, adjusting his position on the couch as he prepared to sing. The group had barely had time to register, and the tension in the room still lingered. But now, as all eyes fell on Seung-Il, anticipation replaced the silence.

"Alright," Seung-Il said, rolling his shoulders. "Prepare to be amazed."

Ha-Joon smirked. "Oh, we're prepared."

Esme giggled. "Go on, superstar."

Taking a deep breath, Seung-Il launched into his chosen song a well-known Korean ballad meant to be sung with deep emotion and a soulful voice. Except... his voice was anything but soulful. The second he hit the first note, Esme snorted. Loudly.

Scarlet covered her mouth, but her shoulders shook with laughter. Ha-Joon, however, didn't even try to hold back. He threw his head back and burst into hysterics. "Oh my God!" he wheezed, clutching his stomach. "What the hell is that?"

Seung-Il kept singing, completely unbothered by the laughter around him. If anything, he embraced the chaos, exaggerating his vibrato and attempting high notes that made everyone physically cringe.

Ha-Neul, who rarely showed such open amusement, had his hand over his mouth, his eyes crinkled in rare, genuine laughter. "Seung-Il, stop," he said between chuckles. "This is actually painful."

Esme wiped tears from her eyes. "I think my baby is protesting inside me."

Scarlet had collapsed into Ha-Joon's shoulder, her laughter muffled against his sleeve. "This is the worst thing I've ever heard."

Without waiting for an appreciation, he continued singing the first song that popped into his head.

"Oh my God, you're terrible!" Esme choked out between fits of laughter. Seung-Il finished with an over-the-top dramatic flourish, holding the last note for an uncomfortably long time. Dead silence. Then, Ha-Joon clapped. Slowly.

"Incredible," he said, still breathless from laughing. "I've never heard a song murdered so violently before."

Seung-Il grinned. "You're all just jealous of my raw talent."

Scarlet gasped between giggles. "Raw talent? It's raw, alright. Like a dying cat."

Aaira glared at scarlet for that statement. But laughed anyways. The group erupted into laughter again, the heavy emotions from earlier momentarily forgotten.

Scarlet was wheezing. "Why did you say that like it was an actual skill?!"

Ha-Joon wiped fake tears from his eyes. "I think my ears are bleeding."

Seung-Il scowled. "I never said I was good at it."

The bottle was spun again, and this time, it landed on Ha-Neul. Aaira smirked. "Truth or Dare?"

Ha-Neul hesitated, glancing briefly at Scarlet before sighing. "Dare."

Esme's eyes gleamed with mischief. "We dare you to tell us about your dating life."

A beat of silence. Scarlet raised an eyebrow. "That's a truth, not a dare."

Esme shrugged. "Then we dare you to answer it."

Ha-Neul exhaled slowly, setting his coffee cup down. "I've never dated."

That shut everyone up. Aaira blinked. "Like... ever?"

Ha-Neul nodded. "Not properly. I tried it once, weeks ago. But she rejected me."

Scarlet literally frowned and she knew who he was talking about. But before she could divert the conversion , Ha-joon slapped his shoulder. "You never told me that."

Ha-Neul chuckled, though there was no humor in it. "Not exactly a story worth telling."

There was an odd silence in the room, and Ha-Neul could feel Scarlet's gaze on him. He didn't look at her. Instead, he picked up his cup and took a slow sip, effectively ending the conversation. The next round continued, and the bottle landed on Scarlet. Scarlet arched an eyebrow. "Dare."

Christine smirked. "I dare you to give a lap dance to someone."

Scarlet stared the shit out of her. And Christine who couldn't hold the eye contact after that started looking here and there. But Seung-il sticked to what she said.

"I don't care, Scarlet. You have to do it." Seung-il said.

Scarlet snorted. "Absolutely not."

"No backing out," Ha-Joon reminded smugly.

Scarlet sighed dramatically, standing up. "Fine. Who's the unfortunate soul?"

Esme's eyes glinted with mischief. "Ha-Joon."

Scarlet laughed. "Oh..."

Ha-Joon grinned, leaning back against the couch as Scarlet approached him. The others cheered and whistled as she playfully placed her hands on his shoulders and straddled his lap.

"Enjoying yourself?" she teased.

Ha-Joon smirked. "Immensely."

The 'dance' itself was more ridiculous than seductive. Scarlet exaggerated every movement, making it more of a joke than anything serious, and Ha-Joon played along, dramatically throwing his head back as if overwhelmed. Esme was crying with laughter. "This is the best thing I've ever witnessed."

Ha-Neul, however, was not amused. His jaw clenched slightly as he looked away, pretending to be deeply fascinated by his coffee cup. After Scarlet finally rolled off Ha-Joon, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, the game continued. The bottle spun again, and landed on Ha-Joon. Scarlet smirked. "Truth or Dare?"

Ha-Joon leaned back, arms resting on the back of the couch. "Truth."

Scarlet tapped her chin. "Alright, tell us your biggest secret."

For the first time that night, Ha-Joon hesitated. The room quieted, waiting. Finally, he exhaled and sat up straight, glancing briefly at Scarlet before speaking.

"My biggest secret?" He let out a quiet chuckle. "Fine. I'll tell you. My biggest secret is that I have been in love with Scarlet since we were kids."

Silence. Scarlet blinked. "What?"

Ha-Joon smiled slightly, though it was softer than his usual playful smirk. "You heard me."

Scarlet's lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Ha-Joon rubbed the back of his neck. "It's funny, isn't it? I always told myself it was just admiration at first. I mean, you were my best friend. You still are. But somewhere along the way, I realized I didn't just admire you, I loved you. Even before I understood what love was, it was always you."

The room was dead silent now. Even Esme, who usually had a witty remark for everything, was speechless.

Ha-Joon continued, his voice quieter now. "I never said anything because, honestly? I didn't want to ruin what we had. And then, before I knew it, we dated, we split, not because of not loving, but because of circumstances we split. Then one day we were married. And I thought maybe I could be okay with that. Maybe I could just be grateful that I at least got to have you in my life, even if it wasn't in the way I wanted."

His eyes met Scarlet's. "But the truth is, Scarlet, I never stopped loving you. And I don't think I ever will."

Scarlet's heart pounded against her ribs. Ha-Neul looked away, gripping his cup tightly, his throat tightening. The game no longer felt like a game. Scarlet opened her mouth, then closed it. She had no idea what to say.

Ha-Joon exhaled, leaning back again. "Well. That was fun." He forced a chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, someone spin the damn bottle before I regret talking."

But no one moved. Because nothing was the same anymore. After hours of laughter, confessions, and a rather disastrous yet memorable game of Truth or Dare, the group found themselves unwilling to end the night just yet. The realization that this was their last night in Tuscany had settled in, and no one wanted to let go of the warmth that had filled the villa.

Scarlet stretched her arms above her head. "Alright, I'm not ready to sleep yet. How about a tea night?"

Esme, rubbing her belly, sighed in relief. "Finally, something relaxing."

Ha-Joon grinned. "Tea sounds good. Feels like we need something to cleanse our souls after that game."

Aaira chuckled, nudging Seung-Il. "And your voice especially needs healing after that singing disaster."

Seung-Il placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. "You all just don't understand true talent."

The group moved to the kitchen, where Aaira and Christine began preparing an assortment of teas, herbal, black, and green, while Scarlet, Thomas, and Ha-Joon arranged a few leftover pastries and biscuits from earlier.

The aroma of chamomile and mint filled the air, making the moment feel even more intimate. As they settled on the couches and chairs with their cups in hand, the conversation naturally turned toward the trip itself.

"This trip," Ha-Neul started, stirring his tea absentmindedly, "was something else."

Scarlet smiled, looking around. "It really was. I don't think I've ever seen our families come together like this before."

Esme took a sip of her tea. "I think the best part was the cheese-making class. I never thought it would be so fun."

Christine grinned. "Oh, you mean when Mr. Rogers tried to mold the cheese into a perfect square like a businessman instead of letting it be its natural shape?"

Scarlet laughed. "My dad has no chill. He even tried to negotiate with the instructor about the correct way to knead the cheese."

Ha-Joon smirked. "Well, at least he was better than my dad, who literally ate half of it before it even made it into the mold."

Seung-Il shook his head. "To be fair, your dad wasn't the only one. Mr. Kang was eating cheese straight from the bucket."

Ha-Neul exhaled, rubbing his temples. "Please don't remind me."

Aaira chuckled, sipping her tea. "And then there was the pasta-making class. I have never struggled so much in my life. Rolling the dough into those thick pici noodles was harder than it looked."

Thomas laughed. "But the instructor was so impressed with Scarlet. She nailed it on the first try."

Scarlet shrugged, smirking. "What can I say? I have a gift."

Ha-Joon nudged her playfully. "Yeah, yeah, we get it, Masterchef."

Christine sighed dramatically. "My noodles were a disaster. The instructor looked at them and just... walked away in silence."

The group erupted into laughter, recalling their struggles in the class.

"And let's not forget the horse riding," Esme added. "That was an experience."

Ha-joon smirked. "Yeah, Scarlet's experience when she was flying off her horse and was about to land in the mud."

Scarlet groaned. "I was thrown, thank you very much. That horse had it out for me."

Ha-Neul smirked. "Maybe it just sensed your personality and decided it wanted no part of it."

The room burst into laughter again as Scarlet rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'll have you know I actually enjoyed it. Once I got back on the horse."

Aaira grinned. "Honestly, it was a highlight for me. The scenery, the fresh air, the way the horses moved... it was kind of magical."

Snodded. "Agreed. There was something really peaceful about it."

They continued talking for another hour, reminiscing about every little detail, the market visits, the late-night wine tastings for those who drank, and the scenic drives through the countryside. It was one of those rare moments where everything felt simple and perfect. Finally, one by one, they began heading to their rooms, exhausting finally catching up with them.

***

The next morning, the smell of fresh bread and coffee filled the villa. The large dining table was set beautifully for their last breakfast together in Tuscany. The parents were already gathered, talking amongst themselves when the younger group started trickling in.

Mr. Kang, sitting at the head of the table, was the first to greet them. "Good morning. I hope you all slept well."

Ha-Joon, yawning, stretched his arms. "Barely. But it was worth it."

Scarlet sat down beside her father, smiling. "I just want to say, Mr. Kang, thank you for organizing most of this trip. It wouldn't have been the same without you."

Esme nodded. "Really, everything was amazing. From the activities to the places we stayed... you did an incredible job."

Mr. Kang looked genuinely touched. He smiled warmly. "I only wanted to give our families a chance to spend time together. It makes me happy to see that you all enjoyed it."

Mr. Rogers leaned back in his chair. "Well, I'd say it was a success. Who knew we'd end up having this much fun?"

Mr. Wi chuckled. "And who knew we'd actually get along so well?"

Mr. Kang raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying you doubted our ability to be civil?"

Mr. Rogers smirked. "Let's just say businessmen and politicians don't usually mix well."

The table erupted in laughter, and it was clear that any initial reservations or differences had long since faded. The men, once from entirely different worlds, had found common ground. Meanwhile, on the other side of the table, Mrs. Rogers, Mrs. Wi, and Mrs. Kang was deep in conversation.

"Mrs. Kang," Mrs. Rogers said with a smile, "I noticed you've been practicing more English lately."

Mrs. Kang hesitated before nodding. "Yes... I try."

Mrs. Wi patted her hand encouragingly. "And you are doing so well. We can help you practice more."

Mrs. Kang smiled gratefully. "Thank you. I want to learn... to talk more with everyone."

Scarlet, who had been listening, grinned. "That's amazing. We'll all help. You're family after all."

Mrs. Kang's eyes softened at the word "family." She turned to her husband, who gave her a nod of encouragement.

The breakfast continued with lighthearted conversation, laughter, and a genuine warmth that had not been there at the beginning of the trip. By the end of the meal, it was clear, this trip had changed them all. As they prepared to leave, Mr. Kang, Mr. Rogers, and Mr. Wi stood together near the doorway.

Mr. Rogers smirked. "So, shall we do this again next year?"

Mr. Wi chuckled. "Only if we survive this one."

Mr. Kang smiled. "Then it's a plan."

The three men shook hands, sealing a newfound friendship that none of them had anticipated. As for the younger group, they stood watching, realizing that what had started as a simple vacation had turned into something far more meaningful, a true blending of families. Scarlet glanced at Ha-Joon, who met her gaze with a knowing smirk.

"Guess we really are stuck with each other now, huh?" Ha-Joon teased.

Scarlet laughed, nudging him. "Looks like it."

And with that, the Tuscany trip came to an end, leaving behind a bond that none of them would ever forget.

***

The morning sun was already high in the sky by the time they reached the airport. Tuscany had given them memories they wouldn't forget, laughter-filled cooking classes, the thrill of horse riding, and moments of quiet bonding over cups of tea. But now, it was time to return to Paris.

The group moved through the airport in a cluster, their suitcases rolling behind them as they navigated through check-ins and security. Ha-Joon walked beside Scarlet, their fingers occasionally brushing but neither commenting on it. Ha-Neul was a few steps ahead, unusually silent, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

Christine sighed dramatically as they waited for their flight to be announced. "I can't believe this trip is over. It felt like we were here for months."

Esme, sitting beside her with one hand resting on her baby bump, chuckled. "It was a long trip. But honestly, I wouldn't mind staying a bit longer."

Aaira nodded in agreement. "Same. I mean, I never thought I'd enjoy cheese-making, but here we are."

Ha-Joon smirked. "Who knew you'd be so passionate about cheese?"

Aaira rolled her eyes. "Okay, I wasn't that passionate. But you have to admit, it was fun."

Thomas, who had been quietly sipping his coffee, looked at her with a teasing grin. "It was fun, but I still can't believe Christine fell off the horse twice during the riding lesson."

Christine scowled. "That was not my fault. The horse had a personal vendetta against me."

Scarlet laughed. "Sure, blame the horse."

Just then, the final boarding call for their flight was announced. With a collective sigh, they picked up their bags and made their way toward the gate.

***

Hours later, the familiar city lights of Paris came into view as their plane descended. The moment they landed, the exhaustion hit them. Tuscany had been a dream, but home was home. Christine and Thomas were the first ones to part ways. They stood outside the airport, their taxis waiting. Christine gave Esme a long hug. "Take care of that baby, alright?"

Esme smiled. "I will. Don't go causing too much trouble without me."

Christine smirked. "No promises."

Scarlet hugged her next. "You better be at the company soon."

Christine waved her off. "Ma'am. You'll probably see me in two days or one."

Seung-il, meanwhile, clapped Ha-Joon on the back. "Don't get too comfortable, alright? I still plan on beating you in that stupid pool game."

Ha-Joon chuckled. "Keep dreaming."

With final waves and goodbyes, Christine and Thomas slipped into their taxis, heading off in different directions. The remaining group, mostly consisting of their families, moved toward the black SUVs waiting for them.

As they drove through the familiar streets of Paris, a comforting sense of home settled over them. The trip had been magical, but there was something about returning to the place they belonged.

***

The massive gates of Ha-Joon and Scarlet's estate swung open, and the cars rolled down the long driveway toward their home. The mansion stood tall, elegant, and welcoming, its lights glowing warmly against the night sky.

The moment they stepped inside, exhaustion hit like a wave. Bags were lazily dropped in the hallway, and one by one, they all collapsed onto the plush sofas in the living room. Mrs. Rogers let out a content sign. "It feels good to be back."

Mrs. Wi nodded, smiling. "Yes, but I'll miss Tuscany."

Mr. Kang, who had been silent most of the trip, chuckled. "We'll just have to plan another one, won't we?"

Mr. Wi grinned. "Absolutely. But next time, let's go somewhere warm."

Scarlet sat beside Ha-Joon, kicking off her shoes. "You're the one who insisted on horseback riding in the cold."

Ha-Joon stretched his arms over the back of the sofa. "Worth it."

Ha-Neul sat on a single-seater, looking like he wanted to disappear into it. He had been quiet ever since the truth-or-dare game, and Scarlet could feel the tension radiating from him. Esme shifted, her eyes drooping. "Alright, I'm done. I'm going to bed before I fall asleep right here."

One by one, they all peeled off from the living room, heading to their respective rooms.

***

The moment they entered their bedroom, Ha-Joon groaned dramatically and threw himself onto the bed, arms wide open. "I missed you," he mumbled into the pillows.

Scarlet laughed, shaking her head. "We were gone for, what, a week?"

"That's a week, too long," he replied, voice muffled.

Scarlet shook her head at his antics and walked straight into the bathroom. The warm water in the shower was exactly what she needed. Tuscany had been wonderful, but all the traveling had left her feeling sticky and tired.

By the time she stepped out, dressed in a comfortable silk nightgown, Ha-Joon had already changed into a loose T-shirt and sweatpants. He was lying on his side, watching her as she toweled off her damp hair.

"You know," he mused, "this trip was probably one of the best things we've done."

Scarlet raised an eyebrow. "Even with the chaotic truth-or-dare game?"

Ha-Joon smirked. "Especially with that."

She rolled her eyes and climbed into bed, slipping under the covers. As soon as she did, Ha-Joon pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist. She sighed, resting her head against his chest. "You're clingy."

"I'm affectionate," he corrected.

Scarlet smiled, closing her eyes. The weight of the trip, the emotions of the past weeks, everything settled around them. It had been a whirlwind, but now, finally, they were home. And for tonight, that was enough.