Twenty minutes later, a knock sounded on the door.
Aunt Nayoung was in the kitchen washing dishes, her hands covered in soap suds. "Who is there?" she called out.
"I'll get it!" Haeun rushed to the door, her heart pounding. She pulled it open to find Yuna standing there, her eyes red and swollen, mascara streaked down her cheeks, her whole body trembling.
"Yuna," Haeun breathed, immediately pulling her friend into a tight hug.
Yuna collapsed into her arms, her sobs starting all over again. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know where else to go—"
"Shh. It's okay. You're okay now."
"Waaaa, poor baby!" Aunt Nayoung appeared from the kitchen, quickly rinsing her hands and drying them on a towel. "Yuna-ya, come here."
She hurried over and wrapped Yuna in another hug, her expression soft with concern. "Oh, sweetheart. What happened?" Yuna just shook her head, unable to speak through her tears.
