Min-Jae led Dayo inside the house, closing the door behind them.
"Make yourself comfortable," Min-Jae said casually as he dropped his keys on the counter. "You've been moving like someone who hasn't rested in weeks."
Dayo chuckled softly. "You're not wrong."
He took a few steps in, then paused.
He inhaled slowly.
Once.
Twice.
Then he laughed.
"Wow," Dayo said, shaking his head. "Brother, with oil smelling this good and a girlfriend who cooks like this, you're safe for life."
Min-Jae rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smirk tugging at his lips. "Here you go again."
Dayo glanced at him sideways. "Wipe that smile off your face before I change my mind and take her."
Min-Jae snorted. "You can try. But you'll never get this one."
"Oh?" Dayo raised an eyebrow. "You sound very sure."
"Of course I am," Min-Jae replied confidently.
Before Dayo could respond, footsteps came from the kitchen.
A woman stepped into the living room.
She wasn't flashy. Not loud. Not overdone.
