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Her phone was resting on the kitchen counter when he called and Jieun was by the fridge, drinking some fresh lemonade to cool her head. It took a few rings until she noticed the call, and when it appeared that the person she was waiting for was the one who was contacting her, she immediately picked it up, a vicious scold for the younger on the tip of her tongue.
She was abruptly cut off by the helpless voice of the other and she couldn’t help but laugh over his demise. All of her frustrations seemed to flew out of the window. Once calmed down by her fit, Jieun cleared her throat and grabbed her bag, making her way towards her front door.
"Alright. Relax. I thought something bad happened to you. Where are you right now? Can you describe the place around you?"
Zelo didn’t expect he’d ever get that happy at the sound of someone’s voice. He took a deep breath and narrowed eyes, trying to collect any usable data.
"Uh, well…" he hummed whilst his glance kept wandering over living area. "I’m next some residental blocks." Wow, that was really helpful, Junhong thought as his palm gently tapped forehead. Come on brain, come on. With lip rolled between his teeth, he stepped few meters around and turned into another street.
"Oh—", he repeated, audibly this time. The knot of excitement (or maybe it was hunger) began to bud in his stomach once nice scent reached his nose. "I can smell… see some family restaurant across. Maybe we could meet there? My treat.” Zelo offered lightly and hoped a plate of bulgogi will made up all the bother once again. Who doesn’t like food anyway?