There was a set of soft knocks against the entrance. The maiden contemplated whether or not she should personally deliver the gift basket or set it atop the door mat. Deciding to opt for the latter option, she carefully sets down the arrangement and slinks back toward her motor bike after calling out, “Uh, delivery or Mister J."
wonwoo groaned as he exited his front door, dressed in a plain t-shirt and shorts, his hair ruffled and a cigarette sticking out from his mouth made him look as though he just woke up even if he hadn't. he narrowed his eyes at the girl and took out the cigarette and held it in between his fingers. "delivery? i didn't order anything. what do you mean girlie." he said gruffly.













