"So, we're really gonna live together?" Chaewon chirps, clasping her hands in front of her chest, the couple standing in front of the humble two-floor home (which only known to Hyejoo, the house has a backyard with a swing and a spacious garage, too).
"Hm, I'm twenty-one, and you're twenty-two, and we're adults, and our parents don't care about us, and we're in love, and I have money and a house, and-"
"Okay, okay, I got it, Olivia."
"So, love, will you?" Hyejoo grins, the smile seemingly permanent. Chaewon suppresses a laugh.
"Yes, love."
