After Sehun unpacked his belongings, he settled on exploring the estate. It was a straightforward household, but avant-garde trinkets, giving the mansion a sensation of a home, neutralized its profligacy. The knickknacks articulated a clash of cultures, east versus west. He spent a stupendous amount of time scouring the manor. Upon entering a foyer with a sofa, he fumblingly floundered onto the seat.

"Sir, would you like some tea or water?"

Sehun smiled. "How about soda, Minseok?"

He could grow accustomed to this life; however, whereas the house was a home, it was not his home. It lacked his life.