So don't you worry about

People hanging around

They ain't bringing us down

I know you and you know me

And that's all that counts

A week has passed since Byulyi was released and the younger woman had been studying hard in her own apartment. Yongsun understood and respected Byulyi’s need for space and privacy so the older woman left her to it.

It was six in the morning when Yongsun had woken up to get ready for work. She grabbed the sandwich that she made the previous night with leftover chicken and cucumbers and put it into her bag. 

Yongsun always loved prepping her own meals.

Seeing that Byulyi now lives opposite her, she decided to make an extra portion of the sandwich and bring it to Byulyi. 

With Byulyi’s residence key in one hand and a plate of sandwich on the other, Yongsun carefully inserted the key and opened the door.

“What the hell, unnie?!” Byulyi was doing push ups in the living room when Yongsun opened the door to her apartment.

Feeling confused, Yongsun frowned, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be up.”

“It doesn’t matter, unnie! You can’t just barge into my apartment as and when you like! Just because you leased this place for me doesn’t give you the right to treat this like your apartment, okay?”

Yongsun placed the sandwich on the dining table and then the key on the table right next to the door.

The older woman held up her hands in mock surrender. 

“Byul, I’m just going to leave the key here and head to work. I’m sorry. For barging in like that. Call me when you feel like it, okay? I’ll always have time for you.” 

Byulyi didn’t know why but her chest felt like they were going to explode. 

She couldn’t even hear Yongsun’s voice. Just her own heartbeat. 

Yongsun closed the door gently behind her and headed to work. 

—

Byulyi pushed open the doors to a flower shop. She had never been into one in her entire life. 

Flowers just weren’t her thing.

But she figured a beautiful woman like Yongsun deserves beautiful flowers.

Especially after the way she treated her this morning. 

Byulyi was never involved in a serious relationship and it was obvious. 

“Welcome, dear, what can I help you with today?”

“Ahjumma, what kind of flower should I buy if I want to tell someone that I’m sorry and that they’re beautiful?”

To say that Byulyi was embarrassed with a bouquet of red roses in her hands is an understatement. She never thought she’d be buying flowers for someone. 

But if an ahjumma who’s worked in a flower shop her entire life said tha