"What are you doing this afternoon? Any plans?" It was just past noon. Sungjae, Joy and Changsub had just finished their brunch (chicken ham and cheese sandwich with salad and egg benedict made by their resident chef - Joy). Sungjae sipped his juice silently as he watched the news on tv.

"Nothing much. Should we go to the movies? The Mummy is coming out today." Changsub answered lazily.

Joy rolled her eyes at her brother. "I'd rather watch my feet than watch that movie." She thought for a while. "I haven't watched Beauty and the Beast though.."

Changsub made a gagging sound at that, causing the two to squabble for the upteenth time since morning. Three weeks of living with them had taught Sungjae the skills to tune out their voices into an almost inaudible buzzing sounds at the back of his head. He realized they were calling him after a while when he felt a hand on his arm. He turned towards the siblings who were observing him with a questioning look.

"Sorry, I was.. woolgathering." He uttered with an apologetic smile. "What was your question?"

"Which movie do you want to watch later?" Joy repeated.

"Sorry, I'll have to pass." Sungjae straightened. "I'm thinking to go to my apartment for a while." He got their full attention now. "Just to have a look around."

"You want us to come?" Joy asked softly. Sungjae was silent for a while, his eyes on the tv but not quite watching the programme.

"Thank you." He said with a small nod. He resumed his watch on the tv, but his mind was already on the apartment, which had been his home since he was 20 years old. He half wondered how it looked like after four years, since he left with an instruction to his best friend to get rid of everything.

***

"Not much has changed." Sungjae was almost surprised to see the apartment to be exactly just the way he left it. Apparently Changsub had not heeded to his instructions, he noted drily. It was also obvious that his best friend had somebody - their maid probably - to clean up the place. The place looked bright and livable, it was as if he had never left.

Sungjae ran his hand over the upright piano stashed at one corner of the living room. Se-jeong used to love listening to him play. After dinner, they would sit there with