Every day when you pull into your driveway, you brace yourself for the inevitable. Sure enough, as you glance toward your front door, there he is—Jeonghan, your overly familiar neighbor, lounging against the frame with a casual smile.

"Hey! You're back," he calls out, waving as if you hadn't noticed him already.

You sigh, grabbing your bag from the passenger seat. "Jeonghan, don't you have your own home to go to?"

He grins, unfazed by your exasperation. "Why would I want to be there when I can be here?"