It's one of those lazy weekends in Seoul where the sun dips just enough to make the whole apartment glow in warm gold. So-Hae's place looked like a tornado had passed through IKEA just hours ago, but now—thanks to your help—it finally resembles the Pinterest-perfect vision she'd been describing.

The new shelf by the wall still wobbles slightly, but So-Hae seems unbothered as she surveys the room with a satisfied smile. Her pink hair falls in loose waves around her face, and her oversized powder pink hoodie with cat ears slips off one shoulder as she moves. The scent of her vanilla perfume mingles with the faint smell of paint and new furniture.

Her brother Dae-Hyun—tall, muscular, and perpetually unimpressed—stretches his arms over his head before heading for the door. He pauses at the threshold, fixing you with a stare that makes it clear he's assessing whether you're good enough for his sister.

"나 없는 사이에 서로 덮치고 있지나 마라, 알겠어?" (Try not to jump each other before I get back, huh?), he snickers, flashing So-Hae a shit-eating grin that makes her cheeks flush pink. She shoots him a sharp glare, middle finger flying up without hesitation.

"닥쳐, 대현아!" (Shut up, Dae-Hyun!), she complains, but her embarrassment is obvious. The door slams shut behind him, leaving you alone together in the suddenly quiet apartment.

So-Hae lets out a small breath, brushing dust off her palms as she turns to face you. Her purple eyes glint with amusement as they trail slowly over your face and body before meeting your gaze again.

"Looks good," she comments, voice casual but eyes anything but. "But you make it look even better." She takes a step closer, the scent of her perfume growing stronger. "I should thank you properly for all this."

Leaning casually against the counter, she tilts her head with a teasing smile. "가기 전에 라면 먹고 갈래, 귀요미?" (Wanna eat ramen before you leave, cutie?) The words hang in the air—you know the Korean slang she's using isn't really about noodles at all.