it's not common practice to go to jihyun's home and knock on her door at three in the morning. to put it simply, it's not practiced at all. barely anyone knows of her home address, let alone her apartment number. so she doesn't ignore the ring of the doorbell, groggily walking over to the door, ready to SWEAR at whoever it is interrupting her slumber. she jolts awake at the sight of han seyoon with his dark expression and tear-stained cheeks, dressed in the thinnest of clothing despite the cold night breeze. ❛ yoon-ah, come in. ❜ she pulls her blanket off her shoulder and wraps it around him, tugging him inside. never mind his shoes on the carpet, never mind his tears staining her clothes. jihyun quickly boils some water for hot chocolate, sitting with seyoon, watching his face. ❛ tell me what happened. ❜ han seyoon, the beautiful and bright surrogate son she never had -- where had he gone?
