The morning was far too calm, and Jiyeon sensed trouble brewing even before she stepped into the kitchen. Kang was already there, half-slouched over the counter, muttering at a cup of coffee that looked like it had been poured by an unenthusiastic intern at a gas station. Yura sat across from him, arms folded, a barely concealed smirk on her face.
"Kang, is there a reason you're staring at that coffee like it personally offended you?" Jiyeon asked, raising an eyebrow as she moved past him to grab a mug of her own.
Kang looked up with all the solemnity of a wronged prophet. "There is indeed, Jiyeon. This—" he pointed to the cup in front of him, "is a disgrace to caffeine."
Yura gave a little snort, barely holding back laughter. "You're a chef in a kitchen full of state-of-the-art equipment, and you're complaining about the coffee?"
