Min-seo watched from across the room, ostensibly preparing breakfast but in truth observing them with undisguised interest. There was something undeniably appealing about the way they touched each other—the ease of their familiarity, the genuine affection in their gestures, the way Joon-ho's large body seemed to envelop Yurin's smaller one protectively. It was the kind of connection she had dreamed of finding for herself, the kind of relationship she had imagined in her most private fantasies.
