“Fine! I think that is something I should do at the very least.”

“If I want this relationship to anchor on its mooring.”

A week later from their first argument, Daehwan came back to his own apartment in Gimpo to pack up the remaining stuff. Since he’s spending most of his time working, staying in Evelyn’s apartment is nearer than going back to his own. So that apartment no longer serves him any benefit other than being a warehouse.

All the files he’s been handling were brought up there and piled at Evelyn’s study.  She gave it to him, they even put a single bed there. He doesn’t change clothes very often, but every time he’s changing into new ones, he’ll end up showering and bringing up new clothes there. Without realizing. Half of his stuff was already in Evelyn’s house.

He remembered the talk with Woorim a few nights ago. They went outside for some drinks. Daehwan finally told Woorim about the girl he’s been dating since that cheeky fellow kept persuading to tell him about who the unlucky girl is and threatened that if he didn’t tell him, he would assume Daehwan lied and keep matching him up with someone.

So technically, Daehwan isn’t lying when he said he’s dating a rich girl belonging to an elite society. Though he didn’t give him the name and details, he described the girl as an uptown girl walking down the street wearing pants from money. Fortunately, Evelyn isn’t a girl in Woorim's mind at all.

“I understand you feel insecure dating a rich girl that is living in a world far different from us.”

“But sunbae…” He hiccuped.

“You gotta know, it means she’s being serious even though she had to tear down the wall beneath you.”

“I'm sure she also felt uncomfortable proposing to you first. She must be scared it’ll hurt your pride.”

“But if she’s brave enough to initiate living together. Don’t you think she hopes for the relationship to lead in a more serious way?”

He babbled and nodded. Woorim is already tipsy from the alcohol that his leaning cheek keeps falling from the arm.

“You’re right…”

Knowing it was only alcohol talk Daehwan just nodded agreeing. He knows that boy won’t be that smart once he’s sober. However Woorim isn’t wrong. They sipped their Soju again and ate the ordered grilled pork belly.

***

“What’s with all these boxes doing here?”

Some of the medium boxes piled up  to the side of the couch so she moved them away. Those were just the remaining clothes, toiletries and some private stuff Daehwan had in his apartment.

“I’m moving in.”

Amusing, knowing his quick answer Evelyn chuckles. Her smiling eyes are as beautiful as he’s ever seen.

“You made up your mind?”

He nodded. Gáta approached them and instantly became attracted to one of the boxes. That little feline loves the boxes that piled up there and thought it was a new playground for him. Daehwan let him be and kept an eye while pulling out the clothes and gave the box to the cat.

“Mraaw~” Gáta jumped in. The size of his body is bigger than the box. It obviously tore apart once he’s trying to fit in. So Daehwan laughs at that cat’s silly behavior.

“But I have a condition.”

He sat down making the sofa as body support, Evelyn was sitting above him.

“It would be a pleasure if you could maybe, quit the formality in calling name, my name…”

“Can you do it, perhaps?”

He was so nervous, a bit stuttering yet managed to speak out his mind finally.

She folds on her knees and tilts to his side to be on the same level. Grinning half smirking, the long hair of her falling to the floor gracefully.

“What should I call you then…Mr. Yeon?”

The last word is intentionally tense.

“See…that…”

He’s gone at his words for her and sighing.

“None’s dating…. calling their partner by the surname…. Besides, I’m older than you, Evelyn. You should at least call me like a younger girlfriend calls their boyfriend.” He pouted.

Evelyn rises up and sits back to normal position. Slow and elegant.

“Oppa?”

She started, glancing at him who’s flinching by that word spoken out from her for the first time. To call him that, excited him that he looked up to Evelyn’s face when saying it.

“I don’t even call Jiyeon and Jisoo with the Oppa…”

She chuckles, putting one her hand on in front of the face makes a laughing gesture.

“Fine.”

She continues, watching Daehwan put on a sullen face.

“It’s not a big deal.”

He stands up thrilled, kissing her by the forehead and then goes inside the bedroom to put the remaining of his clothes inside the closet.

All the stuff was tidied up. Only one box left where Gáta fell asleep on it. Daehwan can’t put it away. Evelyn told him not to spoil the cat but they just grew fond and closer everyday they spent time together resulting in Gáta forgetting who his owner was.

The cat’s purring and nuzzling his nose under the paws as he’s petting him. Gáta undoubtedly became content to Daehwan, he's the one who’s feeding and playing with him almost everyday they meet. If he’s not in her grandfather’s house, Gáta would be waiting for him in front of the door when he isn’t back from work yet. Sometimes in the morning, they fell asleep cuddling on the couch together.

“How’s the progress of the house in Gapyeong-dun?””

“Im Gayoon said that it’ll take at least eight weeks for us to completely move in.”

“Let’s renovate the house quickly. He must’ve been lonely living by your grandfather’s house.”

The house Evelyn’s brother kept for a few years was finally purchased under Daehwan’s name. Jiyeon couldn’t disagree more with her wish. He was confused at first but finally agreed. There’s no good coming from her family knowing every detail of her private properties. Even the blueprint of the house was kept secret between two parties that sealed the agreement. The contractor and Evelyn as purchaser did the similar agreement for the reconstruction planning to keep it confidential as possible.

“Did you know or you’re clueless about it?” She asked.

He stopped dicing pepper on the cutting board. And looking out at the well cooked pasta on the pan.

“It's done.”

Daehwan asked Evelyn to put it away from the stove. They’re arguing what to eat for dinner so pasta was the neutral choice in the end.

The chopping sound of ingredients becomes the background of their conversation.

“What do you mean?” 

Clueless of the talk, he’s indifferent to her questioning. She walks to the sink, straining the spaghetti.

“Im Gayoon….”

“And my brother, they have similar appearance…”