Seojun barely had time to steady himself as he teleported in his home, in the familiar living room of his house. The scent of home—freshly cooked meals and lavender—hit him first. But before he could take another step, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around him, squeezing him with surprising strength.
"Mom?" Seojun muttered, eyes widening. He hadn't even heard her approach.
Seoyang grip only tightened, her face buried in his chest. "Do you have any idea… any idea how worried I was?!" she cried out, her voice trembling.
Seojun blinked, still processing. "Worried? What do you mean?"
She suddenly pulled back, her expression switching from relief to frustration. Her hand shot out, and she started hitting his shoulder repeatedly—not too hard, but enough to feel. "You… reckless… foolish… boy! Fighting in a live broadcast? Destroying an island?! Are you out of your mind?!"
