The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the familiar corridor that led to Joon-ho's apartment. The building was one of Seoul's most exclusive addresses, a residential tower that housed the city's elite in luxurious comfort, but for Joon-ho, it was simply home—the place where the people who mattered most to him waited.
He walked down the hallway, his footsteps silent on the plush carpeting, and entered his apartment. The space was immediately welcoming—warm lighting, comfortable furnishings, the subtle scent of something delicious cooking in the kitchen. But more than that, it was filled with the sounds of life.
