He initially had no interest in anything having to do with the space, but given that he couldn’t go out to make money, he might as well do something to entertain himself. The brunette hopped around the house with light steps, coming close to falling on his behind a few times due to the slickness of the floor and slipperiness of his socks. He sighed deeply, letting out the little frustration of being only half mobile gave him.

Looking around, an array of boxes and ample supply of foam peanuts coated the stranger’s bedroom and kitchen. Moving his gaze further back the fighter could see that even the bathroom had four 400x400 boxes spread out from on top of the toilet seat to the edge of the sink.

Hobbling his way back toward the living room he could hear a slight chiming. Pausing for a moment, he listened once more. And there it was again, echoing from the naive dongsaeng’s bedroom. A familiar ringing. Without much thought he wobbled his way into the room in question, picking up the sleek black phone and checking the screen. Someone was calling. Reading the contact aloud ”Tae...sun?” A slight feeling of panic welled up inside of him since he’d never answered a phone before. How do I do this?

Rotating the phone around, he examined it as it continued to ring and ring. Where is the answer button? Is there even an answer button? Finally after wasting three minutes of this person’s time, he clicked the unlock button and pressed send.