Those first days set the pattern for the rest of Jiyong’s month. If Jiyong had set out to ingrain himself into her life then he had already succeeded because Dara unconsciously was no longer considering the two hours as a chore she had to get over with. Two hours each afternoon were spent in Jiyong’s studio except on Saturdays when she had to put in more time at work. Saturdays he’ll just pick her up and drive her home afterwards, occasionally dropping by for a midnight snack somewhere if she’s not too tired. 

Bom, ever since she found out of their weird arrangement despite feeling happy seeing her friend this relaxed for the first time in years couldn’t help but be worried for her. Everything appeared too good to be true, something is bound to go wrong at some point. 

She made a mental note to talk to Jiyong when she can and set things straight with him. If he is just playing with her then he better get ready because she won’t hesitate to go full on Bominator on him. For now, however, she just kept a watchful eye on her friend.

Their two hours had slowly become the highlight of her day. She would find herself tapping her fingers and jiggling her knee in excited anticipation every time 1pm approached. Those two hours had become the figurative caffeine that jumpstarted her before her work day. 

If she had took the time to analyse herself then she would have ran screaming from him but she felt so good lately that she conveniently forgot the past because the present had made it seem insignificant. That was her undoing becaus