Min-kyung lounged across the sofa like she owned the place, legs crossed, dress riding high on her thighs. The soft fabric of her one-piece shimmered under the clinic lights, and the playful curve of her smile had Harin bristling already. She twirled a strand of her wavy hair, eyes glued to Joon-ho with a girlish intensity that looked far too practiced.
"You know," she purred, voice low and honeyed, "you didn't even ask me how long I've been waiting to see you. That's cold, oppa."
Joon-ho, unbothered, leaned against the edge of the armchair across from her, his arms folded loosely. "When did you arrive in Korea?"
"Just now," Min-kyung answered with exaggerated drama, lifting her chin like a spoiled little sister trying to win attention. "Straight from Incheon. Didn't even go home. My chauffeur dumped my luggage in the car downstairs and I came directly here. Can't you tell how much I missed you?"
Her pout deepened, but her eyes sparkled, betraying the tease.
