(. the apartment is unusually clean. it's the first sign that tells him to go looking around; to try and find the drooping, frowning form of choi jinri while he turns over what to do in his mind. as usual, no answer springs forth like he'd hoped, but he does encounter her sorting through a basket of clothes and releases something of a sigh. this time, he approaches with a firm step to envelope her head in a loose hold, before the joke of a hug turns real and he wraps around her shoulders )
( * routine provides a false sense of security that she’s far too eager to indulge in; dig, fold and settle on the respective pile—these are the steps she finds a step in for now, paying enough attention to not think, but not enough to notice anything in particular. it’s not surprise that she doesn’t make notice of the door opening, obviously somewhere else, but the arms around her head are; she raises the arm that clings onto a pair of socks, only dropping it when she catches the glimpse of a familiar sleeve, a jarred laugh dropping from her mouth ) yah. ( * the gesture makes her want to cry, but there’s no point in that, so she simply leans the slightest bit, teasing— ) wow hanana… we can’t tell unni about this… ( * — words that would’ve sounded better if they didn’t ride on rattled breath, if they hadn’t cracked at the end )
