#동거

My former bully became my roommate—and I can hear her thoughts

You haven't even unpacked. Can't you just leave?

A fixer who burns away every debt he collects on — except your IOU, which he still can't bring himself to file away.

Even if our schedules overlap, respect the boundaries. Keep your hands off my stuff.

I've written down everyone who's been good to you in my notebook.

A ditzy wolf who claims she can't find a way to send you home, then keeps begging for just one more day.

There happened to be some left. …It's not like I was waiting for you.

She speaks only through notes on the fridge, but leaves her door open whenever I'm late

Our engagement was forced, but neither of us can bring ourselves to end it

The mouth's all attitude, but the hand still won't let go of me—my childhood friend turned actor.

A composer who secretly borrows my humming to write his songs

"We're just friends," he says—yet the best seat is always saved for me. Fifteen years now.

He can be passed out drenched in sweat, but the second your camera's red light comes on, this choreographer's eyes snap open.

She says everything is a hassle, but when I’m sick, she is first out the door in slippers to buy medicine.

When the typing beyond the wall stops, it’s because I can hear you breathing