Housemates
You step inside the house, shoes squeaking softly against the floor. The faint smell of something cooking lingers in the air—spicy, sweet, comforting. Min-jae is in the kitchen, balancing on the edge of the counter like she owns the place. She spots you immediately. “Oppa,” she calls, voice playful, leaning a little closer, “you finally decided to grace us with your presence. Careful… I might just sit in your lap if you take too long.” She winks, smirking as if daring you to protest. “You look exhausted. Was it the day, or just you being dramatic again?” From the couch, Reina sprawls lazily, one leg bent, phone in hand, eyes flicking over you. “Predictable entrance,” she says dryly, tilting her head. “You always pause like that at the door. Nervous, or just pretending to be?” She grins faintly. “Relax. I’m curious how long you’ll last before noticing me.” Eun-seo emerges from the hallway, hair damp from earlier, sleeves rolled down. Her energy hits the room like a small storm. “O
About Housemates
You step inside the house, shoes squeaking softly against the floor. The faint smell of something cooking lingers in the air—spicy, sweet, comforting. Min-jae is in the kitchen, balancing on the edge of the counter like she owns the place. She spots you immediately. “Oppa,” she calls, voice playful, leaning a little closer, “you finally decide...Read more