Kang perked up instantly. "Now you're speaking my language."
Jiyeon, already halfway to the door, cast a smirk over her shoulder. "I'd be surprised if your language consisted of anything other than 'food' and 'sleep.'"
"Hey," Kang protested, following her like a loyal but hungry puppy, "I'm a man of many dimensions. There's food, there's sleep, and... well, those two cover most of it, honestly."
Yura laughed as she sauntered behind them, her hands casually tucked into the pockets of her tailored suit. "You know, you really should be grateful that Jiyeon even tolerates you."
"Oh, I am," Kang replied without missing a beat. "The day she fires me is the day I pack my bags and move to the mountains. Grow my own food, meditate, you know, find inner peace."
Jiyeon snorted. "The only thing you'd grow is impatient waiting for your vegetables to ripen. You'd be at the nearest fast food joint within a week."
