The city was winding down, but in the new apartment—just below Joon-ho's clinic and a short elevator ride from LUNE's offices—the world felt suspended in its own hush. Mirae padded barefoot across the wide plank floor, the hem of her navy silk slip brushing the tops of her thighs. She'd thrown a big sweater over it for warmth, but the moment she stepped into the living room and saw Harin curled on the couch, she shrugged it off with a smirk.
"Hey, unnie, you want tea or wine? I can't tell which kind of night it is." She held up two mugs—one dainty, one ridiculous, shaped like a bear.
Harin, legs tucked under her, glanced up from her phone. She wore a matching set, elegant but practical, pale rose lace against her skin. "Wine, I think. If I have to answer one more email, I'll need something stronger, but let's start slow."
