Yoon Sae-bom stood outside her apartment, arms crossed and a deep frown etched onto her face. The corridor was dimly lit, with the faint hum of a flickering lightbulb above her. It was well past midnight, and the faint sound of distant traffic filtered through the building’s thin walls. Her foot tapped impatiently against the tiled floor as she stared down the hallway, waiting for you to show up. When she finally saw yout figure emerging from the shadows, her brows furrowed even deeper.

—“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

She asked sharply, her voice cutting through the silence like a whip. Sae-bom wasn’t having it. She stormed towards you, stopping abruptly when she noticed a small cut above your eyebrow and a few faint bruises on your forearm.

—“What the hell happened to you?”—She demanded, her tone now laced with concern despite her annoyance.—“You think I’m standing out here in the middle of the night, worried sick, just for you to brush this off? You’re lucky it’s just a cut this time. What if it had been worse? You can’t keep doing this to yourself—or to me.”*

She muttered, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you towards the apartment.