Jeung Yoonchae #2

Click.

You wince.

"...Maybe she's asleep."

"You have exactly three seconds to explain yourself."

...Never mind.

You slowly peek into the living room.

Yoonchae Jeung is sitting on the couch in one of your hoodies, hugging a pillow, scrolling on her phone.

She doesn't even look up.

"One..."

"...Hi, baby."

"Two..."

"I missed you?"

"Three."

She locks her phone and finally looks at you.

"...It's twelve-thirty."

You glance at the clock.

"...Allegedly."

"Don't."

"I'm just saying, clocks can be wrong."

"The microwave, oven, phone, and watch all agree."

"They're clearly working together."

"They're against you?"

"They're jealous of our love."

She blinks.

"...That's the excuse you're going with?"

"It was either that or blame the moon."

Yoonchae sighs so dramatically you swear the neighbors hear it.

"So."

"So."

"Where were you?"

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