𝓐 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 | 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘖𝘵_13

~23

She was panicked for a second but then relief washed over her face as she saw Jun talking to someone on the phone and then laughing to himself.

***

She looked around once more, taking in her new surroundings. She wasn't in Jun's sleek sports car anymore, but inside a lavish hotel room. The suite was tastefully decorated — warm lighting bouncing off golden accents, artistic paintings on the walls, a plush couch, a polished coffee table, a massive bed with an oversized headboard, and a sleek television mounted right in front of her. There was even an adjoining door that led to what looked like a luxurious bathroom.

A breath of relief escaped her lips as her eyes finally landed on Jun standing in the balcony. Thank god. She hadn't been kidnapped again.

But now, her gaze was locked on something else entirely. Something way more tempting.

The grilled cheese sandwich.

It sat gloriously on a plate by the table, its golden-brown crust shining under the warm lights. The melted cheese peeked out between the slices, a hint of garlic wafting in the air, and the sandwich practically screamed out her name. Her mouth watered instantly.

She wanted to dig in right now — but her more mannered side decided to freshen up first. She folded the blanket neatly, placed it near the pillow, and dragged her sleepy self into the bathroom.

The cold splash of water jolted her awake, washing away the fatigue from her face. She found a small towel hanging on the hook and dried off quickly. When she returned, Jun was still outside, fiddling with his phone, seemingly engrossed in whatever he was doing.

Not wanting to disturb him, she walked over to the table, her eyes twinkling with excitement. Alongside the plate of freshly grilled sandwiches were a few oregano packets and a warm mug of sweet coffee.

"He still remembers my addiction to coffee~"

She whispered to herself with a nostalgic smile tugging at her lips, memories of simpler days flooding in — days when life wasn't so suffocating, when she was free to laugh, run, scream, and call up Yunhee at 3 a.m. just to rant about fictional drama couples.

She took a bite.

And oh my god.

It was perfect.

Crunchy on the outside, gooey on the inside, packed with just the right amount of spice and cheese. The sandwich felt like a long-overdue hug to her empty stomach and exhausted soul. She chewed happily, savoring each bite.

Meanwhile, Jun had ended his call a few minutes ago and was just checking messages from some Chinese friends while leaning on the balcony railing. The sun was beginning to dip, its golden rays setting the sky ablaze in orange and pink. The view was stunning — but nothing compared to what he saw when he peeked into the room.

Miso, sitting cross-legged, with a sandwich in one hand and a content smile on her face, looked more radiant than any sunset.

He chuckled silently. He had remembered all her favorite foods, after all.

Sliding the balcony door shut, he walked inside.

"Someone's enjoying the sandwich, huh?"

"Umm-ijis wo jelsiouss—!"

She tried to reply, her mouth still full of food.

Jun let out an exaggerated sigh and rubbed his temples like an annoyed Asian mom.

"Miso. Don't talk with food in your mouth."

"Hehe—sorry :)"

"Jun—what do you plan to do later on?"