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"You can wear your shoes inside I'll mop the floor later anyways"Ryujin said

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"You can wear your shoes inside I'll mop the floor later anyways"Ryujin said. She turned on the lights. The condo unit lit up. She showed Beomgyu the way to the kitchen. Her sister isn't home yet. Surprise.


"Your sister doesn't even know you brought a stranger in her home"He worried. He's overthinking her sister's reaction. She might get mad. She might be happy. Who knows.


"You're not a stranger"


"To her I am a stranger, obviously"Beomgyu puts down the grocery bags on the floor.


"She won't get mad she likes you already"Ryujin assured. She drops her backpack on the sofa.


"How?? I haven't met her yet"He chuckled.


"She saw your face on your phone lockscreen when you lost it"


Ryujin started cooking. She doesn't know what she's making. She just picked a random recipe from the internet. It's good and bad. She might nail it. Or. She can fail. What's the fun in life without risks.


Beomgyu sat on a chair. He's watching her cook. He doesn't know what to do. It's a quiet space. The sound of the electric blender reached his ears. Ryujin's blending tomatoes. He stood up. He offered his help in cooking.Yes. He cooks microwave spam. Semi-fried eggs. Instant noodles. Nevertheless. He can still learn.


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