Setting: Yuna's penthouse, 10:43 PM.
Rin shows up again… uninvited.
Again.
Yuna opened her door slowly, brows already pulled together.
"Why are you here."
Rin stood in the hallway, holding a plastic bag in one hand and a smug little smirk in the other.
"I brought samgyetang. You looked like you skipped dinner. Again."
She blinked.
"You stalk me now?"
"No. I just feel it in my heart when you don't eat."
He placed a hand dramatically on his chest. "Soulmate radar."
She tried to shut the door.
"No—wait! I even brought your favorite kimchi! The expensive one!"
"You don't know my favorite kimchi."
"Okay, fine. I brought three kinds just to be sure."
10 Minutes Later
Yuna sat at the dining table, very much against her will, watching Rin blow on a spoonful of steaming soup with an obnoxiously happy face.
"I make this better than my mom," he said proudly.
"You didn't make this. It's from a convenience store."
"It's the thought that counts."
Yuna sipped quietly. Rin kept staring at her.
"...What."
"Can I sit on your lap?"
She didn't answer.
"No?"
Still nothing.
"Fine. I'll just sit next to you and pretend you said yes."
He scooted his chair way too close.
Minji would've fainted.
Yuna just calmly picked up her spoon and said,
"If you spill soup on my floor, you're paying with your face."
Rin paused. Then grinned.
"So you do care about my face."