Sunset ^beta

And just like that, in one fell swoop, life grows quiet around them.

Lee Dongsik is arrested, as is Park Jeongje, Do Haewon, Lee Changjin and Han Kihwan, that bastard. And Han Joowon moves away.

Cho Gilgu had packed up and left in disgrace already. And when Hwang Kwangyoung is accepted for an office job in the big city, just like that it is only Oh Jihoon, now too, packing his bags.

As if the Manyang substation had not only been holding on by a thread before all of this.

At least to Jihoon she gets to say goodbye.

“Hey Noona.” He greets Jaeyi, looking lost where he stands in her doorway.

“Come in” she tells him. “No reason to catch a cold waiting outside.”

“We´re all packed up.” He tells her and she smiles, ignoring the pain.

An era is ending. But here she is, and here Oh Jihoon is and here Oh Jihwa comes at the heels of her brother.

“Hey Jaeyi-ya.” She hugs Jaeyi “How are you holding up.”

She shrugs. “´s well as can be expected. I made Bulgogi.”

“Oh Jaeyi-ya, you shouldn´t have.” Jihwa tells her, but she swallows her grief, walks over to the counter and begins to cook. It´s the least she can do.

It is not the end.

“And how are you settling in?” she asks Oh Jihoon, who is wiping the table while she is stirring the Yukgaejang-soup and setting out bowls.

He shrugs. “It´s boring. Lonely. I don´t know how Jeongje-hyung could do it for as long as he did.”

Jaeyi doesn´t know how Park Jeongje could do a fair number of things, so she keeps her opinion well to herself.

“It´s boring here too.” And lonely. She tells him “Business is well enough, plenty of regulars, but I miss you lot, dropping by every day.”

“I am dropping by!” Jihoon protests and she smiles. It is true.

“But not every day.”

Her cops have not left her for another haunt in the city.

Their numbers may have diminished, and the driving distance increased, but at least twice a week both Oh siblings, as well as Kang Dosu and Im Sun-nyeo still come back to little Manyang to grace her with their company.

Just like tonight, where Oh Jihwa breezes in accompanied by a gust of cold night air, the Kang-Im couple only a few steps behind.

“God that smells heavenly.” She tells Jaeyi and smiles.

Jaeyi can do this. She can stay for her friends.
She can fix-up the shop, make it her own. She has plenty of time now, when they´re gone.

She sets out the plates and catches Jihwa´s eyes as she smiles. It will be worth it.

“God, I´m a horrible cop.” Oh Jihwa has all but fallen into her shop, only just so has Jaeyi managed to manoeuvre her to one of the tables and settle her down.

She rubs her shoulder. “What happened?”

“I´m a horrible cop.” Jihwa looks up at her. “And a terrible person. Bang-ahjussi has been hospitalised.”

“What happened?” Jaeyi asks again, thinking of old Mr. Bang, always out, looking for his daughter.

“He ran off again.” Jihwa tells her.

“He ran off, and his daughter always used to call Dongsik, on his private phone. But Dongsik´s in prison, and the substation´s closed, so she had to go through the official channels to call Munju.

“And it took a long time for her to convince somebody to go look for Bang-ahjussi. And it took even longer for the officer to drive over let alone find him in that reed-field, and by the time they found him, Bang-ahjussi had already caught hypothermia.”

Jaeyi sighs. They had gotten lucky; that could have ended in tragedy.

But: priorities. “He´s in the hospital now.” She tells Jihwa, crouching down by her side. “Surely he will recover.”

“He shouldn´t need to recover.” Jihwa bites. “His daughter should have been able to call me. She was relying on Dongsik, I knew that. I should have given her my number, while he´s gone.”

“It´s not you fault.”

Jihwa snorts “I´m a detective. I ought to do better.”

Jaeyi takes her hand. “You will do better.
“Tomorrow, you´re going to visit Bang Jiwon-ssi, and you are going to bring her some fruit and wish her father a good convalescence and you will leave her your number. And the next time he runs off, you´ll be there.”

Jihwa nods. She doesn´t look comforted, but she does look a little less unhappy, Jaeyi squeezes her hand.

And in what seems like the blink of an eye, winter turns to spring.

Jaeyi packs her big boots and parkas to the back of her closet, along with the wool and the fleeces and replaces them with cotton, flannel and Demin.

She starts her garden for the year, flowers and vegetables. For the first time only planting what she likes, more melons and less radishes, and it feels like burying her mother all over again.

She does trim the white roses her mother loved so much, taking care of them, though she never liked them herself.

Days warm and days lengthen and soon Jaeyi is numbly standing in her kitchen, staring at the white chrysanthemums in their vase and not leaving for the cemetery as she ought to.

She is startled from her stupor by the ringing of the doorbell.

“How are you doing, Jaeyi-ya.” Oh Jihwa greets her an pulls her into a very welcome hug. Jaeyi melts into it, not quite ready yet to let go of her any time soon.

She does, anyway. Eventually.

“I´m fine.” She tells Jihwa who has the courtesy not to scoff at the lie.

She is dressed all in black, fit for the occasion.

“You´re leaving the shop closed today?” Jihwa asks her as she steps into Jaeyi´s kitchen.

She nods. “I couldn´t do it. Not today.”

“The flowers are beautiful.” Jihwa tells her, indicating the chrysanthemums. “Would you allow me to accompany you, to the cemetery.”

“You don´t have to.”

“I want to.” Jihwa assures her, and so Jaeyi allows her to tag along.

These days Jaeyi visits the cemetery somewhat regularly.

Her mother, Han Jeong-im, had been cremated as soon as the police had released her remains and has now found her final resting place in a well-maintained graveyard surrounded by others.
It had been important to Jaeyi, that she would no longer be laying cold in the dirt.

“Happy Birthday, Mom.” She tells the headstone, engraved with a name and a picture -the one she had found again, the one of them smiling- placing the flowers down by the grave.

She knows the chrysanthemums will be removed later today by the caretakers, but she hopes her mother appreciates the gesture, nonetheless. If she can see her, if she is watching, which Jaeyi does not hope.

Because her mother has spent enough restless years.

When she steps back, blinking back tears, Jihwa is waiting for her, steady and sure. Jaeyi leans into her, and her arms wrap themselves tightly around Jaeyi´s waist. Her embrace is warm.

“Thank you for coming.” She tells her, and Jihwa only smiles.

“Anytime.”

Kang Huimang is born late in April, in Munju General Hospital, and just like that, they are down to three.

“This feels more and more like family dinner.” Oh Jihoon comments fishing some meat out from the Jeongol. “If you´re going to abandon us, also, Jaeyi-noona, then it´s only the two of us left.”

She laughs, though it is not a happy sound. “I´m not going to leave you, Jihoon-ah. You´re stuck with me.”

Oh Jihwa smiles and Jaeyi smiles back.

“Are you sure? You always wanted to go to Busan.”

“And I went.” Jaeyi nods. It had been the right choice then, to leave, it would not be the right choice now.

“I left, I went to Busan, and now I´m back and I´m staying. There´s no getting rid of me now.”

“Good.” Jihwa declares, but Jihoon is not done.

“Maybe I should try seducing Jaeyi-noona?” he turns to his sister “Make her family proper.”

Jaeyi snorts, while Jihwa is looking alarmed. “Sorry Jihoon-ah. But I fear you are not my type.”

He shrugs, proving her right that he was only joking.

“I think if Jaeyi thought about dating,” Jihwa starts in “that Inspector Han would have made the better prospect.”

“And break Dongsik-ssi´s heart? Not a chance. If that little punk doesn´t show up again the minute Lee Dongsik gets out of prison, I am going over to Gangwon province and I am going to find him and I am going to make him.”

This gets cheers all around the table.

“Besides, he´s not my type either.” A pause, she frowns. “And what was that about me not wanting to date, Jihwa-unni?”

“Are you looking to date someone, noona?” Jihoon is asking while Jihwa explains “You´ve never been interested in dating so far.”

Which is true enough, if no longer quite accurate.

“I wasn´t interested in dating.” She confirms, busying herself with the food. “I mean, why risk getting attached to someone that way, if I was planning to leave anyway.”

Enlightenment dawns on Jihoon´s face, “But you´re staying now.”

“Yeah.” She shrugs, ignoring the astonishment written across Jihwa´s features. “So maybe I´ll start looking.”

“I´m sorry.” Oh Jihoon says.

It seems he dropped by all alone, on his day off, just to check up on her.

“I´m sorry for making that joke. About dating you, I mean.”

She shrugs, pausing her cleaning of the windows. “I don´t mind.”

“I don´t see you that way.” He explains.

She smiles. “I knew you were joking. As I said, you´re not my type either. You´re basically my little brother by now.”

She gets of her ladder. He looks relieved, so she hugs him.

“Thanks, noona.” He says, “I love you.” the ´platonically´ does not need to be said.
Then: “What is your type?”

She hesitates.

“I mean.” He continues. “You never really seemed interested in anybody. And I can´t really picture you with any man around here.”
She smiles as he rambles on. “But you never had any girlfriends either, so…”

“I´m not all that interested in men.” She admits.

He stops. Then smiles. “I just mean” he tells her “You deserve someone good.
You´re always there for us, when we need you. You deserve someone, who is there for you for a change.”

She smiles, bumps her shoulder into his arm “I have people who are there for me. Your sister usually.” she confides.

He shrugs. “Yeah, noona is awesome.”

“That she is.” Jaeyi agrees.

When Im Sun-nyeo is released from the hospital two days later Jaeyi shuts down the shop for the morning and bakes.

Yes, she is usually the queen of meat and all things savoury but after the stress of giving birth, her friend deserves something sweet.

She drives over to Munju on her scooter and meets the Oh siblings by the gate of the Kang family´s residence. They don´t have to wait long.

The new parents arrive soon enough, and a nervously smiley Kang Dosu diligently helps his wife out of the car. The bags he distributes among the visitors while Im Sun-nyeo takes the baby carrier containing their son.

Inside, they circle around the new mother, asking questions about the birth, cooing at the baby -thankfully Huimang remains asleep for now- and distributing barley tea for everybody.

Jaeyi fetches her basket and gifts Im Sun-nyeo her muffin, sweet and fluffy with chocolate chips in the dough, lavishly decorated and filled with red bean paste, Sun-nyeo´s favourite.

“Ooh” coos Jihoon, eyeing the treat. “Can I have some?” He asks, but is quickly rebuffed.

“Hey. This is for my wife-” Kang Dosu complains. “She´s the one who gave birth.”

But Jaeyi only laughs. “I´ve brought enough for everybody.” she explains and unpacks the rest: they might not be quite as pretty as the cupcake of honour, but even the simple muffins prove to be tasty enough.

Before long, they are interrupted in their good natured squabbling by a quiet knock on the door and are soon joined by Hwang Kwangyoung, dropping by with some gifts of his own.

He congratulates the new parents, handing over the chew-toys he carries, for when the baby starts teething. He is greeted by hugs all around, but can´t escape a good scolding from Jihoon and Jaeyi.

He might have relocated his work-life to Seoul but his fiancée still works in Manyang. There is no reason for him not to come join them for family dinner every once in a while, and they have no qualms about reminding him of this fact.

“I´m busy, I´m busy” Hwang Kwangyoung tries to defend “Planning a wedding is hard work! Myunghee-ya and I hardly have time for anything else!”

“Planning a wedding!” Kang Dosu joins in on the scolding. “And are we invited to that wedding of yours or are you too important these days, to invite your old friends and colleagues.”

At his panicked expression, Jihoon starts laughing.

Of course they are invited.

“I have one more question, all right Yoo Jaeyi-yang?”

Jaeyi keeps smiling and does not roll her eyes.

Old Mrs. Shim Hye-ok is a regular and is thus allowed to ask her as many questions as she likes, even if half of the questions are usually about when Jaeyi plans to get married and start a family.

Which is not what she wants to know today, instead she inquires: “Have they found my son´s scooter yet, your police friends from Munju?”

Jaeyi blinks, the old woman takes this as her sign to continue.

“That fierce detective lady, and your handsome young gentleman – Did they say anything? It was stolen last week.”

She shakes her head “They haven´t said anything yet,” but seeing the old lady´s disappointment she quickly offers “I´ll ask them tonight. I promise.”

“Good.” Old lady Shim nods. “Then I´ll come back tomorrow, Yoo Jaeyi-yang. And give my best to your young gentleman.”

She turns to leave with that, taking her marinated liver, and any chance Jaeyi might have had to explain that Oh Jihoon is not her gentleman-anything with her.

Why nobody ever assumes Jihwa to be her lady friend, it is almost disappointing.

So, Jaeyi refills the liver out front from the freezer and resigns herself to becoming the Manyang spokesperson of the Munju police department. That one had only been a matter of time.

Hwang Kwangyoung´s wedding is in one of the big wedding centres in Seoul and it takes less than a minute for Jaeyi to feel hopelessly out of place.

She has donned her best dress, the blue one, styled her hair and even unburied a pair of high-heels and yet she looks like a country bumpkin compared to the exquisite venue and Choi Myunghee´s shiny loud city acquaintances.

“Thank god you are here.” She is greeted by Jihwa, who looks beautiful in monochrome black and white. She also looks as misplaced as Jaeyi feels, giving her in turn a boost of confidence.

She takes her arm. “Would not have missed it for the world.”

If there are more Manyang residents present than just their little group, currently dominated by Im Sun-nyeo, passionately complaining about how her pregnancy ankles are ruining her favourite Louboutin´s, Jaeyi cannot tell - they fade into the masses of good-looking people with well fitted dresses and tasteful make-up.

“I´m so glad you made it, my friends.” Hwang Kwangyoung greets them, making his rounds “It doesn´t feel real yet. Me, finally getting married, after all these years?”

“Are you happy?” Jihwa asks, getting straight to the most important question.

“Happy? I am incandescent.” He looks around.

“And everyone I invited came, too. My supervisor even brought his wife, she works for the ministry.”

This provokes some good-natured ribbing. Of course, eternal braggard, Inspector Hwang Kwangyoung´s wedding gets to double as a networking event.

Jaeyi just hopes that the future Mrs. Hwang is of the same opportunistic nature as her husband; but watching her from afar, with her manicured hands and her glittery white princess dress, showing off her shiny new ring, they do seem to make a good match.
If a slightly obnoxious one.

“I just wish Lee Dongsik-ssi could have come,” laments the groom when Jaeyi zooms back in on the conversation. “And Park Joengje-ssi, and Inspector Han.”

“You didn´t invite Han Joowon-ssi?” Jaeyi asks, but Hwang Kwangyoung is shaking his head.

“I invited him. He said he had to work.” He seems disappointed. “But he sent us a huge present, almost paid for half of the venue – Myunghee-ya was so impressed…”

And with that Hwang Kwangyoung is off again, expounding on all the good qualities that Inspector Han possesses, the majority of which, he himself -of course- shares.

Jaeyi sticks with her people.

The ceremony is heart-warmingly cheesy, up on the stage, bride and groom positively glowing with happiness.

And after the vows are exchanged and the kisses are shared, they all settle down and dig in. The food might not quite measure up to her own cooking, but it is good, nonetheless.

“And here I was, trying to lose weight.” Im Sun-nyeo laments, slicing into her western-style steak.

Chewing already, Kang Dosu proves ever the perfect husband and tells her full-mouthed: “You don´t need to lose weight, honey. You´re perfect as you are.” and adds, indicating himself and his own stress induce baby-weight “at least now we match.”

As the meal progresses and the bottles of champagne disappear, it becomes more and more obvious that Oh Jihoon has something more than just food on his mind.

He is growing twitchy, always craning his neck, always in the same direction.

It comes as no surprise, that when Jaeyi follows his gaze, she spots a young woman, pretty in gold, glancing back at Jihoon.

“Why don´t you ask her to dance?” Jaeyi suggests indicating the couples, lead by Kang Dosu and Im Sun-nyeo, already waltzing on the dancefloor.

“Who?” asks Jihwa and turns to search the object of Jihoon´s interest. She finds her easily. “Oh, her.” she says “She´s pretty.”

“She is.” Jihoon agrees. “But I can´t.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“No really,” Jaeyi pushes “Why can´t you just ask her to dance. She seems to be here on her own, and from how she is looking at you, she is certainly interested.”

“But I can´t ask her.” Jihoon insists. “I don´t think I´m ready for anything new. Not so soon after -” Minjeong. He does not need to say it.

Jaeyi smiles, pushing her drink aside to take his hand. “And that´s okay, Jihoon-ah. That you´re not ready.”
Jihwa nods in affirmation. Jaeyi continues “But you still think she´s pretty, don´t you?”

He nods, almost ashamed.

“Then dance with her.” Encourages Jihwa.
“Just because you´re still in mourning over Minjeong-ah doesn´t mean you can´t meet new people.”

“It´s just a dance.” Jaeyi agrees. “It´s not like you´re proposing marriage.”

“And you´re sure she´ll say yes.” He asks, suddenly shy but getting up to heed their advice anyway.

Jihwa pushes him forward: “Only one way to find out.”

She says yes, to absolutely nobody´s surprise.

What does come as surprise, however, is when the party winds down soon after, Jihoon tells them to leave without him.

He´s taking Moon Sungmin-yang out to some of his old haunts from the academy.

They wish him good luck, and the two of them hurry off in swirl of whispers and giggles, leaving Jaeyi alone with Oh Jihwa.

“And what are your plans for the rest of the evening.” Jihwa asks.

Jaeyi shrugs. “Nothing much. Getting rid of these shoes, mostly.” She jiggles her feet.

Jihwa snorts. “That sounds like a good plan.” she regards Jaeyi with an inscrutable gaze.

“However, I for one, am going to go home and find myself something to drink that is not… this.” She indicates the champagne. “Would you like to join me.”

Jaeyi gifts her a smile, never having understood the draw of champagne either, she happily agrees.

So she tells Jihwa “Add a cold beer the package and you´ve got a deal.” A much better option than just sparkling wine.

“Excellent.” Jihwa grants, allowing Jaeyi to pull her onto her feet. “Guess Jihoon-ah ´ll have to take a taxi home.”

Once at the Oh residence, Jaeyi kicks of her shoes immediately upon entering the doorway, sighing in relief as she flexes her toes.

Jihwa follows suit before hurrying past her, further inside.

She returns from the kitchen with two cans of cold beer, one of which she offers to Jaeyi “Here.”

They crack them open right then and there in the hallway and toast to Jihoon and his pretty girl. Drinking deep, Jaeyi loosens her done-up hair and follows Jihwa who is wandering up the stairs to the bedroom.

Upstairs Jihwa starts rummaging through her cupboard, pulling out soft looking garments and tossing them onto the bed, where Jaeyi is watching. There´s an energy in the air, something beyond the buzz of the alcohol.

“Pick what you like.” Jihwa tells her while reaching behind her back, for her sipper and beginning to peel herself out of her dress.

Jaeyi does. She snatches a pair of sweatpants, careful not to watch as her friend undresses in front of her, instead choosing to inspect an oversized shirt, Jihwa tossed out. A man´s shirt.

“Is this Jihoon-ah´s?” she asks, though it does not match his style. When Jihwa snorts, confirming her suspicions, she presses, alarmed “Please tell me this did not belong to bastard, Lee Changjin.”

Jihwa grabs the shirt from her hands and shrugs it on. She smiles graciously.

“As if I´d keep anything that belonged to that fucker.” She smooths out her hair. “No, this is mine.

“I found wearing men´s clothes was one of the few things I missed when I stopped dating them.” She shrugs “So I bought my own.”

Jaeyi laughs, playing off her relief. “Guess when you don´t have a man to steal clothes from you´ve got to get inventive.”

They wander back downstairs, happily tipsy, after Jaeyi too, changes out of her dress and into Jihwa´s wardrobe of oversized menswear.

Everything smells like Jihwa and the washed-out t-shirt she chose is endlessly soft.

Jaeyi can´t help herself, she hugs the shirt close to her body, luxuriating in the feeling of Jihwa all around her as the fabric slides against her skin.

She tucks her feet under herself and cuddles into the pillows of the living room couch, patiently awaiting the return of her friend.

They agreed on a movie night, neither up to any excitement beyond a good-old action flick.

“There you go.” Jihwa tells her, coming back from the kitchen, placing snacks and some more beers on the table and settling in next to Jaeyi. Her thigh´s touching Jaeyi´s knees.

Jihwa presses play on the tv´s remote, starting one of the old Cynthia Khan movies Jaeyi knows she adores, before slinging her arm around Jaeyi´s shoulders as she leans in, pulling her close.

Jaeyi rests her head against Jihwa´s collarbone and proceeds to spend the evening in a happy daze.

She also ends up spending the night.

In Jihwa´s bed because they agreed that Jihoon should at least have the option of sleeping in his own bed, whether he comes home or not.

Wrapped up in her friend´s firm body, Jaeyi sleeps surprisingly well.
She is not used to this, sharing a bed. She has had lovers before, but her flings are few and far between and they usually don´t spend the night, so this is… this is new. This is nice.

“You have bedhead.” Jihwa greets her, blinking down at her in the morning light.

Jihwa has pushed herself upright, and when Jaeyi looks up at her, she is feminine beauty made flesh.
Her nightshirt is wrinkled, there are shadows under her eyes and faint lines marking her lips as she smiles. In short, she is perfect.

And despite the night she just spent wrapped around Jaeyi, her hair is still silky smooth and easily tamed.
Jaeyi blinks up at her, smiling. “You don´t.”

They roll out of bed soon enough, Jihwa apologizing profusely for waking her all the while.

“I´m a cop. My shifts start at six, I am so sorry.”

Jaeyi just waves her off. Who cares if she wakes at six or at seven? It´s not like she usually gets to sleep in.

So, she traipses downstairs to the kitchen and gets the water-cooker going. Asking Jihwa “Tea?” while she starts rummaging through the freezer and cupboards.

Providing breakfast is -after all- the least she can do.

“Do you have everything I´d need to make Haejangguk?” She asks Jihwa, who is watching her from the doorway, only half-awake still “Because otherwise you are just getting Kimchi-fried rice.”

“I think we have everything.” Jihwa murmurs drowsily, settling in at the counter to start sipping her tea while Jaeyi starts chopping.

Before long, the Hangover-soup is happily bubbling away and Jihoon joins them in the kitchen.

If he is surprised by Jaeyi´s half-dressed presence, he does not show it. He simply settles in at the counter next to his sister and allows Jaeyi to pour him some tea.

“Morning noona.” He mumbles.

“Good morning, Jihoon-ah.” Jaeyi replies.

“How was your date?” Jihwa asks and he shrugs.

“It was fine.” He hesitates “No. Honestly it was awkward. Sungmin-ah was nice enough, but all the time she was talking, I kept thinking about, how her life sounds like nothing bad ever happened in it. Do you know what I mean?”

They do. Of course, they do. Jihwa takes his hand.

“And then I kept thinking about our lives. And Minjeong, and the bad things that happened to her. To us. I guess I´m not ready.”

“That´s okay.” Jihwa half-pulls him into a hug. “You tried. That´s important.”

He nods, slowly untangling himself from his sister.

He scans the room, obviously desperate for a change of topic. Soon enough he settles on Jaeyi.
“And noona,” he asks his sister “how was your evening with Miss Pants over here?”

Jaeyi scoffs, leading Jihoon to correct: “Okay, Miss Shorts. Happy with that?”

Jihwa, meanwhile gifts her a smile that is both tiny and breath-taking.

“Yes,” she tells him. “We had an excellent evening.”

As the soup doesn´t require her surveillance any longer, Jaeyi walks over to sling her arms around Jihwa´s waist, resting her head on Jihwa´s shoulder.
The intimacy is easy, and Jaeyi hopes there´ll be more. More easy affection, more shared evenings, more, more, more.

“Though I don´t know what I did to deserve being cooked breakfast.”

Jihwa settles a hand upon hers, keeping her close. Jihoon takes the opportunity to check on the soup, an obvious ruse for giving them space. Jaeyi is grateful.

“This, mostly.” She tells her.

“Really?” Jihwa asks and Jaeyi nods.

“Though buying me dinner is also a sure way to get breakfast.”
She is being awfully bold right now, but she still pushes ahead.

And it seems to pay off, judging by the wonder in Jihwa´s gaze as she turns to look at Jaeyi.

“Dinner, huh.” She hears Jihoon mumble in the background, but for now her full attention rests on Jihwa.

Jihwa who says: “If it´s dinner you want, you know, there´s this place, I´ve been wanting to show you forever. They make the best Buchimgae around Seoul, if you would be amendable?”

Jaeyi feels her eyes crinkling as she smiles. It sounds excellent.
“Would that be a date?” she asks and Jihwa shrugs helplessly.

“If you want it to be a date, yes, sure.”

Jaeyi nods “It´s a date.”

Idly, she considers, if this is her cue to kiss Jihwa.
But the moment passes when they both find themselves squeezed into the arms of one Oh Jihoon, babbling enthusiastic congratulations - interspersed with two whispers of “Don´t break her heart.”

At least he is threatening both of them. Jaeyi can´t help but laugh.
It is well enough; she hugs them both close.

If all goes well, she´ll have years to kiss Jihwa.