With his arms resting loosely at his sides, Ryul's fingers absentmindedly tapped against the cover of his phone. The motion was subtle, almost thoughtless, until he finally tightened his grip and slid the device into his pocket.
"Is that so? I'm honoured that you even thought of me," Ryul replied with a teasing lilt as he glanced down at Jihoon.
"Of course! You won't find a neighbor as good as me," Jihoon boasted, his laughter bubbling out easily as he handed over the container.
Ryul stared at it for a couple of seconds, as if lost in thought, before looking up with a smile.
"Oh, right," he said, suddenly recalling something. "I still have that container you gave me last time when I was sick… I should return it." He glanced toward his door before adding, "Wait here, I'll go grab it."
But after a brief pause, he reconsidered.
"Or you can just come in. I have something I want to give you too."
Jihoon blinked, tilting his head in curiosity. "Something to give me?"
"You'll see."
