EIGHT
“So I brought a bunch of stuff, even a cake—” I say, walking into Jaeyong’s apartment once he opens the door for me, getting attacked with canine affection in the form of Haneul twisting around my feet. The dog walks in circles around me for every single step I take forward, which is adorable, of course, but dangerous because I don’t wanna drop the cake, the precious, precious cake.
“Cake? Why the hell did you bring a cake?” Jaeyong asks, stretching his arms over his head, a voice coming from the depths of his apartment that I freeze in my tracks, blinking up at my old friend who might just be a new friend, too, waiting for the suspicious sound to be nailed down.
“Oh. Hoseung-hyung is here. Surprise.” Jaeyong’s mouth quirks in a would-be smile as he grabs the cake box from me, our
