The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.
Yurin stepped out first, shoulders a little tense, hands folded neatly in front of her. Saena followed half a step behind, already scanning the space with alert eyes, practical as ever. Behind them, Hyerim moved like she owned the place—which, in a way, she did. Her heels clicked lightly against the floor, posture relaxed, expression bright with unmistakable satisfaction.
The apartment door opened before they could knock.
Yura stood there, hair loosely tied, wearing a soft dress that still carried the faint crease of sleep. The moment she saw Hyerim, her expression broke into a smile.
Before Yura could say a word, Hyerim surged forward.
"Sister!" she exclaimed, arms wrapping around Yura in a tight, enthusiastic hug. "I missed you."
Yura laughed, caught off guard but not resisting, hugging her back just as firmly. "You always say that like you've been gone for years," she teased. "It's been, what—two days?"
