"ah ā " truth be told, she hasn't really expected him to be home. not until she's right in front of his door, having knocked several times while still thinking about how she could pretend she hasn't made the trip all the way if no one answered the door. "you're home." jean says blankly, staring at his face for a moment. only then does she seem to remember the reason she came at all, lifting the bag in her hand with a small, casual shrug. "i accidentally made too much japchae. i'm here to pass you that."




















