"You should come in," Minho said, glancing at the torrential rain. "It would be unsafe to go outside in this weather."
Haeun hesitated, looking between him and the wall of water pouring from the sky. Every instinct told her to decline, to brave the rain rather than spend more time in close proximity to someone who might recognize her.
But the rain was getting heavier by the second, and she was already starting to get wet just standing in the doorway.
"Okay," she said finally, stepping inside.
The apartment was exactly as she remembered it from that night she had brought drunk Minho home, expensive but surprisingly cozy, with modern furniture and a view of the city through large windows.
"Hello, Hana!"
Haeun nearly jumped out of her skin at the cheerful voice. Daerim was lounging on the couch, licking a colorful lollipop and grinning at her like they were old friends.
"Or wait, am I allowed to call you that?" he continued with a wink.
