The smell of garlic and sesame oil hit Jin before he even stepped into the kitchen.
He paused in the doorway, letting the warmth soak in, not just from the stove, but from the quiet buzz of voices and the soft clatter of cooking. Seul stood near the counter, her hair tied back, sleeves rolled to her elbows. A pot simmered gently on the burner in front of her, steam curling into the air like lazy smoke.
Jin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Didn't know you were on chef duty tonight."
Seul didn't look back. "If I left it to Joon again, we'd all be eating protein bars and regret."
"Hey," Joon called from the other room. "I heard that."
"You were supposed to." She gave the soup a slow stir, then glanced over her shoulder at Jin. "Besides, it's nothing fancy. Just something hot before we all pass out."
