Min‑jae's driver dropped him at Do‑hyun's building before the sun was fully up. He tugged at his jacket like it'd betrayed him, climbed the stairs slow, and rang the bell.
The door opened a crack. Do‑hyun stood there in a sweat shirt, hair damp like he'd been working out. He didn't bother with a proper smile. "What are you doing here?" he said, half annoyed, half curious.
Min‑jae peeked inside. The hallway smelled faintly of detergent and coffee. "I called. You weren't at the office," he said. "Your mother said she was staying with you today."
Do‑hyun shrugged, stepping back, hand flicking the air like, come in if you want. "I didn't want her at that place. I'm fine." He moved toward the little workout area and started push‑ups — not calm, more like he wanted someone to notice.
