'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
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"I was the good kid and it got me nothing."
It had been five days since they landed in Korea, and all Miyeon had done was laze around. The first day back was a blur of jet lag; all they could manage was sleeping, eating, and more sleeping. The maids had already unpacked their luggage, placing everything neatly in the mansion.
Their mansion was a peaceful retreat, an hour's drive from the city’s hustle and bustle. Her father had chosen this secluded location for the privacy it offered, away from the prying eyes.
But today was different. Today, she was finally going to meet her best friend, Nari. The anticipation made her both nervous and excited, so much so that she rushed through her breakfast.
"Eat slowly, Miya, or you'll choke," her mother warned gently.
"She's acting like an idiot," Mirae, her younger sister, teased, laughing at Miyeon’s eagerness.
Miyeon shot her a glare but slowed down her eating pace.
"Stop talking as if you're not one of us. If I'm an idiot, so are you," she retorted.
"Oh really? I'd rather be picked up from a trash can than be associated with you," Mirae quipped, sticking out her tongue.
Miyeon’s eyes widened, "You ungrateful piece of—"
"That's enough!" their mother interrupted with a sigh, looking at both girls, "What are you both, six?"
"Yeah… six years younger than her.", Mirae muttered, earning a light smack on the head from their mother. She pouted, rubbing the back of her head, sulking.
"So… you're finally going out to meet Nari. How do you feel?", her father asked, steering the conversation away from the brewing argument as he continued his breakfast.
"I'm nervous," Miyeon admitted, biting the inside of her cheek—a habit she picked up from someone she used to know.
"Nervous? Why?" her father asked, genuinely curious. He understood that meeting someone after years could be nerve-wracking, but Nari was her best friend.
"It's just that… we're meeting after so long. What if it’s awkward?" she sighed.
"It’s natural to feel that way," her mother reassured her. "But you’ve stayed in touch all these years. It might be a little awkward at first, but it will get better. Trust me." Her father nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, it gets better," Mirae echoed, mimicking their mother.
After breakfast, Miyeon got ready to leave. She chose beige sweatpants paired with a black button-up shirt. Once dressed, she headed to the car and started her drive to the café where she and Nari planned to meet.
