'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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As the university day ended, Miyeon made her way to the changing room to prepare for basketball practice. She had just waved goodbye to Dokyeom, who had offered to walk her there, but she declined, wanting a moment of peace alone after a long day of classes.
Earlier, after leaving the café, Miyeon had met up with Nari, who still looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Their schedules didn’t overlap after their shared class, so Miyeon hadn’t seen Nari since then. Instead, she spent the rest of the day with Dokyeom, who seemed to be in most of her classes.
As Miyeon entered the changing room, she found herself face-to-face with another girl. Normally, this wouldn’t be anything noteworthy, but this girl was in the middle of changing, standing there in just her bra, about to pull on a T-shirt. She had toned muscles, defined abs, a rose tattoo just below her left chest, and a belly piercing that caught the light.
Miyeon quickly averted her gaze to the floor, feeling her cheeks warm with embarrassment. She heard a soft chuckle, and then a voice as smooth as honey spoke up, “No need to be so embarrassed. It’s a changing room, after all.”
Miyeon looked up to see the girl smirking. She had long black hair that cascaded down to her hips, swaying with each of her graceful steps as she approached Miyeon. The girl extended a hand toward her.
“I’m Han Sohee,” she said.
Miyeon already knew who she was. How could she not? Han Sohee, daughter of Han Jehyuk, the most renowned lawyer in South Korea, whose name was dragged through the mud when he was accused of murdering a client in 2016.
After a year of scandal and speculation, all charges were dropped when an anonymous witness came forward, proving his innocence. The details of the case were kept under wraps, leaving the public in the dark about the identity of the victim and the witness.
Miyeon felt a pang of empathy for the Han family. She understood what it was like to endure public scrutiny and hardship.
“Kim Miyeon,” she replied, taking Sohee’s hand. It was rough and calloused, but warm.
Sohee looked at her with a knowing gaze. Of course, she recognized Miyeon—everyone did. She was the daughter of one of the richest men in Korea. When their hands touched, Sohee felt an odd sense of familiarity. Miyeon’s hand was cold and soft, a stark contrast to her own.
“So, you’re the new addition to our team,” Sohee remarked, her tone carrying an undercurrent that Miyeon couldn’t quite decipher.
“Yes,” Miyeon replied simply.
“Nice to finally meet you, Kim Miyeon,” Sohee said, taking a step back, her smile enigmatic. “I hope you can lead us to victory.” With that, she turned and walked out of the changing room, leaving Miyeon to exhale the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.
