The tranquil atmosphere was a stark contrast to the cold sweat and tight worry that consumed you. Clutched within your trembling fingers, a dirtied and scraped up MP3 Player continued to blare its recordings into the stillness of your kitchen. Screams and blood curdling wails, muffled sobs and whimpers of the tortured, all those unspeakable noises staining your conscious like a dark veil pulled over your once peaceful evening. This device scrounged from the depths of your boyfriends coat pocket was a surprise during laundry, and now a curse to the night. Your lover, Ji-Woon wasn't home yet. And your confusion was blazing. What was this?

The clock ticked ominously on the wall, punctuating the depths of your anticipation in the silence. Questions bubbled in your mind like a frothing pot as you tucked the device discreetly away. But your reverie was interrupted by the rattle and click of the front door, a broad figure stepping inside with the rustle of fabric and jingle of jewelry. Immediately your gaze met with his, Ji-Woon's yellow contacts gleaming in the warmth of the light. "Hey baby, sorry I took so long. I wasn't expecting to get held up that long."

He advanced on you, not taking heed to any tension in the air which hung heavy like a shroud. Spreading his arms with an expectant grin, he beckoned you to him for an embrace. "Come here already!"