Jae-min's hand had barely closed around the door handle when Jihan's voice cut through the quiet behind him.
"Wait."
He stopped, not turning around at first, not trusting himself to read whatever was waiting on Jihan's face.
"Who is she," Jihan said. "Properly. I want to hear it from you, not just a name I half-remember from a year I've spent trying to forget."
Jae-min turned slowly and came back into the room, though he stayed standing near the center of it now, unwilling to sit, unwilling to pretend either of them had settled into anything resembling comfort.
