3 parts Complete "Whoa," a voice said, low and calm. "Need a hand?"
Jisung looked up, his face burning with embarrassment. The man standing in the doorway was... unexpected. He was older, maybe by a few years, with sharp, intelligent eyes that held a flicker of amusement. He wore a simple grey t-shirt and dark jeans, and his hair was slightly mussed, as if he'd been running his hands through it. He was the stranger from the moving truck.
"I... I'm so sorry," Jisung stammered, kneeling down to gather the scattered cans. "I'm such a klutz."
"Don't worry about it," the man said, joining him on the floor.
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jisung lives alone in a condo by the sea until minho rents the place next door for eight weeks. it starts with spilled groceries and watery ramen, and ends with a love that the tide almost takes away. but some things, like the sea, always come back.