Silence pervaded the room, yet a certain lightness invaded the normal gloominess and darkness normally found in this home. Myeol Mang sat on his bluish green leather couch, leaning forward, hands clasped tightly, gazing intently at the cell phone resting on his wooden coffee table, willing the phone to ring or make some annoying musical chime.
Heaving a sigh, glances away from the phone, unclasps his hands, only to entwine his long fingers together again. Looking back down at the phone, worry etches across his handsome features. As a distinct chiming comes from within the house, he turns pointedly looks at the phone, before turning to look at the door.
Rising, he strides towards the door, opens, looking down, still feeling dejected, glances up to a beautiful sight. Dong Kyung stands, her brown eyes, soft lips, glowing skin highlighted by a bright pink sweater and white snow jacket. She smiles up into his eyes, which all the anxiety he had been feeling instantly evaporates. Seeing her in person, his handsome face relaxes from the worry lines, and his dark eyes fill with warmth. Shyly glancing up into his dark eyes, Dong Kyung gives a little wave and quietly says "Hi." Myeol Mang pushes open the door wider, inviting his guest into his home….