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Hana’s fingers curled tightly over the Tupperware container. Her mother had scolded her for only just now telling her that she had reconnected with Jin. That she needed to inform him that he was welcome for dinner anytime then promptly proceeded to demand Hana take him the leftover kimchi jjigae. It was an excuse to go see him at this point, feeling as his friend once more that she had to say something after seeing the posts on Instagram that confirmed what she was afraid of.
She could only grip the container tighter as she knocked at Jin’s front door, waiting for him to answer. As soon as he opened the door the container was pushed into his hands and she was pushing her way into the apartment. “Mom told me to bring you the leftover kimchi jjigae she made the other night. Also that you’re invited to dinner whenever — are you seriously dating a twenty-five year old, Hyun-Jin? At your grown age? My god.” She couldn’t help the sharp laugh, “please, inform me exactly how this is a good idea? You’re thirty-five, Jin. Thirty-five. What exactly is the appeal of dating a woman this much younger than you? Please, tell me. I’m dying to understand what is going through your head.” Maybe it was too soon, maybe it wasn’t, but Hana would always care deeply for Kal. Along with caring, there was this distinct worry she held for him. She knew when she had to pull out the tough love with him. Somethings you can’t forget.