Monday morning came too quickly for Park Haeun's liking.
She had narrowly escaped disaster yesterday at Minho's apartment, and the memory still made her stomach twist with anxiety.
What was Dasom doing suddenly bursting into the bathroom unprovoked?
And what was she looking for at Minho's place?
Oh right. They lived together?
Thankfully, the rain had stopped shortly after Dasom left, allowing her to make her own escape without having to spend any more time in that increasingly complicated situation.
Before she left, Minho had even tried to offer her extra money for the delivery, and she had refused it almost instinctively. What was his deal anyway? Why was he being so nice to Hana, the masked waitress he barely knew?
The whole thing felt really off to Park Haeun.
And then there was that mark on his ear.
