The beeps of the door lock echoed through the apartment, in steps Hyewon whose hands were full of plastic bags. She lightly kicked the door to close it, quickly settling down the heaviest bag that contained food she got on the way back.
"Are they all asleep?" She took off her shoes and noticed light peeking out from Yujin and Yena's room.
With the aroma of tteokbokki slowly filling the air, in the next few seconds, doors started opening as if the smell invited them out.
Yena was the first to rummage through the plastic bag, followed by Yujin who quickly scampered to the kitchen to get utensils.
"Where's Jiwon?" Hyewon asked, washing her hands halfway. She too was excited for supper.
Yujin carefully carried the tub of tteokbokki to the coffee table. "Kim Jiwon!" She called, not too loudly.
The said girl strolled down the small hallway and instantly took the couch, getting handed chopsticks as if this were part of their routine.
Yena coos at the seaweed rolls, cheeseballs and the main dish of spicy tteokbokki topped with mozzarella cheese. "It's been so long since we did this." She splits her wooden chopsticks, rolling them together.
Before things got busy for them, supper was part of their routine, at least once a week. Usually, on days when Hyewon finishes her night at school, she'd get something on the way back, having their favourite dishes memorised.
Tteokbokki for Yujin, Kimchi Jeon (Pancake) for Yena and Cheeseball for Jiwon. Also, they're the easiest dishes to get near midnight.
And since Hyewon had no preference, she usually finished whatever they couldn't or didn't like about the dish. For example, the pancake where Yena only eats the Kimchi.
Hyewon watched Yujin slip a piece of tteokbokki into her mouth without blowing and instantly regretting it. "Eat slowly." She swiftly opens a can of Sprite and hands it to her.
She turned to Yena who started picking out the kimchi on the pancake. "When will you eat it whole?"
"I have you. Why do I have to eat it whole?"
Hyewon sighed softly, finally picking up chopsticks of her own. When she saw Jiwon shoving the cheeseball into her cheeks, she flattened her lips. "No one's stealing it from you." She reminded the girl who smiled adorably, sitting on the couch with the phone in her hand.
Yujin wrapped two pieces of rice cake with mozzarella, feeding it to Hyewon who hadn't started eating. "We can't be the only ones eating," she said.
Yena sucked in a breath of air when the spice kicked in, finger busy scrolling through social media.
Hyewon saw Yujin showing a peace sign to her phone that was busy taking a video of their supper. "What are you doing?"
"Bubble," the younger girl settled her phone on the table before reaching for another piece of rice cake.
Telegram bubble, she meant. It wasn't new to her but it was to Minju. The older girl was still figuring out how the function works, not one to keep up with the way of communication.
Yujin smiled when she received a video message back—Minju having her own supper with Ryan.
"Who's that?" Hyewon asked when she saw an unfamiliar guy.
"Her friend," Yujin replies simply.
The older girl was a little surprised by this reaction of hers. Yujin used to ramble on in the past whenever there was someone else spending time with her love interest.
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