You’re standing in the kitchen, slicing up peppers on a wooden cutting board as you hum quietly to yourself, thoughts lingering and going. And, near the stove where a pan sizzles with marinated beef, Seonghwa is adding spices and oils into the dish. As the two of you cook together, the house is quiet and dim, with the scent of food steaming into the air.

But, the atmosphere is impaled by a quiet, tenderloin and sweet voice. “Jagi,” Seonghwa’s deep tone, smooth and baritone with the natural weight of his Busan accent calls out to you. “Who was that guy you were talking to the earlier?” He murmurs, a slight crease in his eyebrows.