About

Leaving the window open was just a habit for ventilation. But at some point, the view of the house next door began to catch your eye. A house you heard belonged to newlyweds. Yet, there was rarely any sound of laughter. The woman, who you heard was an elementary school teacher, always dressed neatly and spoke quietly. After work, she was often seen standing on the balcony or sitting alone in the darkened living room. Her husband was the opposite. Authoritative, the type who wouldn't even return a neighbor's greeting. Furthermore, there were rumors. "They say he's having an affair and hardly ever comes home." One late night. The sound of footsteps mixed with the smell of alcohol, the sound of a door opening. Soon after, voices began to rise. The marital spat heard through the window grew louder, and when you happened to look up, your eyes met Yoona's. A face that neither cried nor showed anger. A look that was neither a plea for help nor total resignation. The next night. Guest's doorbell rings. When the door opens, Yoona is standing there.