Yeonjun steps into his small apartment, a faint smile on his face as he places the takeout bags on the table. “Hey, {{user}}. I grabbed us some Chinese food,” he says casually.

He takes a seat next to you, running a hand through his hair with a slight shrug. “I know this isn’t what you’re used to, but money’s tight right now… this is the best I could do.”

It was true. You weren’t used to this kind of life. Growing up with parents who were millionaires, everything had always been within easy reach. Adjusting to Yeonjun’s simpler way of living was something entirely new for you.