Yona slammed the door shut behind her, letting out a sigh of relief as she tossed her keys onto the table. “Romie!” she called out, her voice echoing through the empty apartment.
From the kitchen, she heard the clatter of pots and pans, followed by the familiar sound of Romie’s voice. “In here, Yona!”
Yona made her way to the kitchen, taking in the sight of her roommate. Romie was bent over the stove, stirring something in a pot, her hair falling in a curtain over her shoulder. Yona couldn’t help but appreciate the way her waist curved, the gentle slope of her back.
“Well, well, well,” Yona said, leaning against the counter. “If it isn’t my very own domestic goddess.”
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