❝ Maybe I’m not the right person for the job. ❞
STARTER PROMPTS ㅡ accepting
Confusion reflexively laced Bin's brow. He searched Yerin's face with a shred of scrutiny, focused on the indicative nuances of someone who had become far too tired. Not unlike himself, she had the tendency to drag her feet up the stairs of their apartment building around the same time.
Rarely, if ever, did he have the tendency to pry into the girl's life. He felt he had no right to do so ㅡ until their lives became gradually more intwined. His judgement urged him to dredge deeper now that he found himself sitting across from her in his own living room. ( Over handmade food, of course. He would never allow any guest to leave with an empty stomach. )
"What do you mean by that? Not a fan of getting back home at ass o' clock in the morning?" Immediately, he snuffed out the statement with a mouthful of rice. "Just kidding...
