Week two.
Coffee shop in Gangnam. Mid-afternoon.
Soorin sat across from Daehyun. Both nursing iced americanos.
"So," Daehyun said. "Scale of one to ten. How bored are you?"
"Eleven."
"That bad?"
"I've reorganized my closet three times. Learned to bake sourdough. Started watching a drama about a woman who time travels to the Joseon era and honestly I'm invested now."
Daehyun snorted. "You're so domestic when you're not working."
"Shut up. What have you been doing?"
"Mostly avoiding my parents. They want me to come work for their company. Again."
"The pharmaceutical one?"
"Yep. Apparently being a hair stylist isn't a 'real career.'" He did air quotes.
"That's such bullshit."
"Right? Like sorry I don't want to sell blood pressure medication for the rest of my life."
They laughed. Easy. Comfortable.
Then Daehyun's expression shifted. Got softer. Almost shy.
"Actually, there's something I wanted to tell you."
"What?"
"I'm seeing someone."
