Lee Seolji leaves at seven in the morning.
She packs a bag the night before, Yeon Yujun can hear the drawers opening and closing through the wall, the particular sound of her being efficient about something she has feelings about but won't say and in the morning she comes downstairs with it over her shoulder and her jacket already on and sets a container of food on the counter.
"There's leftovers," she says. "For you and whoever..."
Yeon Yujun looks at the container. Then at her.
"There's enough for two days," she says. "And the rice cooker has rice in it already. And I restocked your favorite barley tea, so don't worry." She tightens the strap on her bag. "I know how to leave properly."
"You... didn't have to do all that."
"I know, oppa." She looks at him for a moment — that direct look she has, the one that sees more than he ever intends to show. "Eight days, you said."
"Less now... Maybe five."
