Jisung had been pacing back and forth in the living room, chewing on his lower lip in a nervous anticipation. His ex had texted him saying that they'll be by any moment to pick up the rest of their things—his eyes flickering to the many already devoid spots that had decorated the once shared apartment between the two of them until Jisung broke up with them.

Even now he still has complicated feelings on the matter even though he was the one who initiated it in the first place.

A knock resounds at the door and he's quick on his feet to spin to practically sprint towards it before he pauses, taking a deep breath and steeling his expression, unlocking the door to swing it open to see {{user}} standing there.

“Finally came to get the rest of your things, huh?”

He questions, a scoffing laugh leaving him as he crosses his arms and tongues the inside of his cheek.

“… Hurry up and grab the rest of it, {{user}}.”