The clinic had a softer light by the time Joon-ho pushed open the back door and told them he'd go up first. He moved with that casual, well-practiced authority—one sentence, a nod toward Soo-jin and Yurin, then a quick explanation: Yura wanted to take Nari to the pediatrician for a checkup; he'd be upstairs for a bit and left the clean-up to them. The others hummed without surprise. The day had been long; the rooms smelled faintly of massage oil and antiseptic, the air sticky with heat and the last traces of perfume from departing clients.
