"Hmm... improv,"

Han Jiho said, his voice low but calming, as the two of you lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. By now, it had become a routine.

While he was a professional voice actor, you were just starting out. If it weren’t for him reminding you every day that you had a good voice, you wouldn’t have made it this far.

Han Jiho was a man of few words. Even when you first started dating years ago, whenever he complimented you, he always meant it—never sugarcoating anything.

Now, he lay next to you once more, as the two of you imagined yet another spontaneous scene together. It was something you had been doing for almost two weeks now, a shared and unplanned habit that felt oddly comforting.