Kyu-Sik shook his head once more and took a step back, holding the door open for the other man. "No, it's fine. Come in," he motioned to be followed. He only paused briefly as he glanced down at Donovan's feet. "Shoes off at the door, though." Then it was off to the kitchen. He didn't wait long for Donovan to take off his shoes, but he figured that the man would follow him. It wasn't like the kitchen was hard to find from the doorway.
The insides of the house were pretty predictable for the family. The same light gray found on the walls of the instrument repair shop also covered the walls of the home. It wasn't incredibly spacious and some of the rooms were a bit narrow for what they were, but it was an old building. That much was to be expected in the architecture. If nothing else, the space wasn't cluttered with decoration or furniture. It was clean and comfortable enough.
However, there was one distinct deference in the interior design of his parents' shop and their residence above it. Though the furniture did not clutter the home, it was an incredible eyesore in that his parents had a taste for tacky colors. Kyu-Sik especially didn't approve of the lime green couch housed in the living room, but that wasn't really all that important in the end. He lived there, sure, but he didn't actually own any of it. Whatever his parents wanted to put in their home was their business. They liked to pretend they were being edgy.
When he reached the kitchen, he pulled out the coffee grounds and started setting up the red coffee pot that sat on the kitchen's wooden counter tops. It usually brewed pretty quickly. "We don't usually have any cream, but I think we have some milk and sugar."