“Make me kimchi fried rice tomorrow,” JinYeong said at once, his fingers gently plucking at the back of my hoodie as though remembering that he wasn’t supposed to be getting so close to me but unable to stop himself in time. “Tonight will be tiresome.” “It cannot possibly be more tiresome than a vampire in love,” said Athelas, and the gleam in his eye said that it was more of a barb at me than JinYeong. “No shortbreads for you, then,” I told him, and retreated into the kitchen to make coffee and cool my cheeks.
