wherever you are, i'll find home

Choi San moves into apartment 3C with too many boxes and zero dignity.
His neighbor in 3B Jung Wooyoung opens his door, looks at him, and walks away without a word.
It should have ended there.
It doesn't.
What follows is six months of borrowed sugar, rainy convenience stores, piano through a thin wall, and two people who are very bad at saying the thing they mean slowly, stubbornly, inevitably falling into each other.
Neither of them planned it. Both of them knew, long before they admitted it.