TWENTY-SEVEN
One week until comeback…
I pull some strings. Okay, I pull on a lot of strings.
I call Mrs. Min.
“Oh, Raleigh! How are you?” Mrs. Min exclaims, voice high enough that I have to pull the phone away from my ear. There’s a din in the background, but I can’t really tell if she’s just cooking in the kitchen or hanging out at a restaurant.
“Eomeonim,” I greet, wincing. God, why does she sound so nice to me? Why? I hurt Jaeyong! “Are you very busy right now?”
“Me? No! I’m just making some japchae for our Jaeyong. I saw him on that livestream he did, and he doesn’t look like he’s eating so I thought I would come to his apartment and cook for him, make sure he has something in his fridge. Can you imagine? Just soju and beer of all things!” Mrs. Min tuts and mumbles something to h
