Briefest of silence clung in the air at Tak Dong Kyung's words, "Hey…this can't do. Let's live together. Us." Myeol Mang's lips curved upward into a mischievous smirk, a deep dimple in a corner, full sexy lips barely holding the unlit cigarette. Sparkling eyes meet her own, surprised by her bold suggestion, wondering at this sudden change of heart, deciding in an instance not to turn down this golden opportunity.
Standing in front of the bathroom vanity, Dong Kyung splashes cold water on her face, thinks, she must be crazy inviting this unknown man into her personal space. He probably is a face of misfortune, who is only going to create a greater misery in her life, further than she is already experiencing in this instance. Shaking her head, grabs a towel, dries off her face. Opens the door, says, "Look, I think due to my illness, maybe I over reacted, just now…"
A gasp escapes her pinkish lips, closing the door, reopens again, glances around, where on earth is her cozy apartment. Instead she sees Myeol Mang's darkened interior abode, as he sits comfortably on his couch, reading a book. Without glancing her way, states, matter of factly "Even if we live together, I don't think that I can live there. What were you saying?" She shakes her head, "Oh nothing, never mind. Wow this is your home. Where is this located? Where are the subway lines? I guess there is time to figure all that out." Walking around, she observes the enormity of just his living room.
Observing the wood shelving wall holding various sizes of expensive liquors, a warm enclosed fire, a blue grayish l-shaped couch on which Myeol Mang comfortably sat, still wearing same black clothes, crossed legs, reads his book, attempts ignoring her pestering questions.