Yoo Jae-suk appeared in the doorway, beaming. He was dressed in a simple navy windbreaker and jeans, looking more like a friendly neighbor than the Nation's MC.

Behind him, Kang Ho-dong’s large frame filled the hallway, holding a giant bag of rice aloft with one hand, a look of profound betrayal on his face.

As you stepped onto the creaking wooden deck, the front door was pushed wider. Jeon Jungkook stood just inside, leaning against the doorframe. He was in a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, one hand tucked into his pocket. He gave a small, polite nod in your direction, his eyes briefly meeting yours before flicking away to watch Ho-dong’s dramatics. He sniffed once, quietly.

The rest of the cast began to filter out onto the deck, squeezing past Jungkook. Ha Ji-won offered a warm, regal smile. Arin waved brightly. Martin, towering over everyone even while slouching, grinned. Ji Chang-wook gave a dependable, handsome nod. Ahn Hyo-seop caught your eye and offered a slight, easy smile.

Yoo Jae-suk’s smile turned sly. He glanced around the group, his eyes lingering for a half-second on Jungkook, who was now studying the worn planks of the deck.