being home with his parents was always a treat for chan , as weird as it might sound to others . he spent so much time between los angeles , new york , paris , and london that he’s barely had time to go to palo alto for his monthly visits . the park home is like a resort all in its own , and he can thank his mom for her immaculate taste and deep pockets ( what can he say ? stanford pays tenured employees pretty well ) . chan pads around the home , his pooch koda and his mom’s little white maltipoo bomi running along beside him , as he’s in search of some weird something his mom told him to look for . nina is yelling at him in korean from the formal living room about where it could be when the doorbell rings , and soon she’s yelling at him to ‘ answer the door , and stop dragging your feet ! ’
‘ stop yelling at me , eomma ! ’ he says in a playful voice , knowing that he’ll get smacked in the back of the head if it was anything but , as he headed to answer the door . he’s half expecting a package or maybe even his dad returning from the grocery store with an arm full of bags , but he wasn’t expecting winona by any means . ‘ what are you doing here ? ’ chan speaks once he’s finally done gawking , shutting the door behind her . ‘ i , uh , i didn’t know you were coming . ’ ( @winvnas ! )
