Daylight To Her Midnight | YJH | Seventeen Fanfic

Chapter: 10

"When you can't look on the bright side, I'll come sit with you in darkness."

After lunch, Miyeon retreated to her room, which felt strangely foreign to her. It had only been two weeks since she returned to Korea, and just a week since she had started staying in this new room. As she stood in the doorway, her eyes scanned the room, but she felt no surge of nostalgia or sentimentality—no familiar memories tied her to this place.

Her life had been a series of moves, one country to another, one house to the next. She had grown accustomed to change, learning to detach herself from places as soon as she left them.

But there was one place she missed deeply—her childhood home in Korea, where she and Nari had spent countless days together. That place held her fondest memories, but this room? This room was just a space—a blank slate.

The room itself was not extravagant as one might expect given her family’s wealth. It was simple yet elegant, with teal walls that exuded a calming vibe and lavender furniture that added a soft, soothing contrast. The space was neither too big nor too small, just right for her taste. It also included a walk-in closet and an attached bathroom, both equally understated in their design.

With a weary sigh, Miyeon threw herself onto the bed, sinking into the plush mattress. She stared at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting back to everything that had transpired since she left China. Surprisingly, she had made new friends—something she hadn’t expected after what she had been through.

After being betrayed, Miyeon had built walls around herself, making it difficult to trust anyone new. She had withdrawn, preferring solitude over the risk of being hurt again. But then, Dokyeom, Hoshi, and Seungkwan had come into her life, sitting with her in the cafeteria as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Even the brief time she had spent with Taehyung at the café made her realize that she needed to slowly let go of the past and allow herself to live in the present. She needed to heal, and that required opening up—if only just a little.

A soft knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. "Come in," she called out, her voice barely above a whisper. She heard the door creak open, followed by the sound of it closing again. Silence ensued, stretching on for a few moments, making Miyeon curious. She turned over onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows.

There, standing in front of her, was Mirae with a confectionary smile—a smile Miyeon knew all too well. It was the kind of smile that usually meant one thing: Mirae wanted something.

"Miya," Mirae cooed, her voice as sweet as honey, which only made Miyeon narrow her eyes suspiciously.

"What do you want?" Miyeon asked bluntly, cutting straight to the point. She sat up straight resting her back against the headboard.

"What do you mean by that?" Mirae replied, feigning hurt as she placed a hand over her heart in mock offense. "Can’t I just come to see my sister? You’re getting so rude. What do they feed you at your new university? Raw lemons?"

Miyeon stared at her, unamused, her expression as straight as a ruler, causing Mirae to drop the act and stand up straighter.

"Okay, okay. I need a favor," Mirae admitted, her voice dropping the sugary sweetness.

"And why do you think I would help you?" Miyeon questioned, one eyebrow arching in curiosity as she toyed with the end of her pillow case.

"Because I’m the best younger sister you could ever have!" Mirae declared, a grin spreading across her face. "Do you know my friend Hanni? Her younger sister pushed her down the stairs, and she hasn’t been coming to school for a week."

Miyeon blinked, unimpressed. "What am I supposed to do with that information?"

"Excuse me? You should be thankful that you have an angel for a younger sister who doesn’t pull such devilish acts on you," Mirae retorted, her tone laced with mock indignation, "Otherwise you were as good as Hanni in a hospital bed."

"Lucifer was an angel too, just so you know," Miyeon shot back, her voice dry with sarcasm.

Mirae waved off the comment, her focus returning to her main objective. "Forget about that. Let’s get to the point," she suggested, moving to sit beside Miyeon on the bed.

"So, umm… my class teacher might or might not want to meet Mom and Dad tomorrow," she said slowly, her usual confidence waning as she glanced nervously at her sister.

Miyeon sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing. "What did you do?"

"I didn’t do anything! She’s just targeting me because I’m the new girl—" Miyeon’s sharp look cut her off mid-sentence.

"Okay, okay. I might’ve told her that the way she was teaching wasn’t the best method for solving the equation. So she called me to the front of the class to prove it. And I did. But after I solved it more easily, she said she wanted to meet my parents because she found me rude on my first day. I don’t understand how this is my fault!" Mirae concluded, her voice a mix of frustration and innocence as she stared down at the carpet, a pout forming on her lips.

Miyeon sighed, her expression softening as she moved closer to her sister, gently turning Mirae’s face toward her and resting her hands on her shoulders, "Did you tell Mom and Dad about it?" she asked, her voice calm and steady.

Mirae’s eyes widened in horror, and she shook her head vigorously, "God forbid! I don’t want to tell them about this, or else they’ll ground me for talking back to the teacher," she replied, dismay evident in her tone.

"Hey," Miyeon called softly, making Mirae look at her again. "Do you think what you did was wrong?"

Mirae hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. "No," she stated firmly and Miyeon smiled inwardly, "I don’t think so. I was just trying to suggest an easier way to solve the equation. I might’ve been a bit rude, but I wasn’t trying to be."

"Exactly," Miyeon agreed, nodding thoughtfully. "It’s not what you said, but how you must've said it. To your teacher, it might’ve felt like a child was challenging her experience of many years. If you had phrased it more politely, she might’ve appreciated your input. Some people are just like that and you have to learn to deal with the more properly to put your point forward otherwise you both will end up banging eachothers head."

Mirae looked down again, the realization slowly dawning on her as she absorbed Miyeon’s words.

"I think you should tell Mom and Dad," Miyeon continued, her voice gentle but firm. "If she’s a strict teacher, she could call them anytime, and I might not be there to help. It’s better they hear it from you first. They won’t scold you for this trust me— they’ll just advise you to be more mindful of how you speak. They will understand you were only trying to help."

Mirae remained silent for a moment, deep in thought, before slowly turning toward Miyeon. Without warning, she enveloped her sister in a tight embrace, her arms wrapped securely around Miyeon as if seeking comfort.

Miyeon chuckled softly, her arms snaking out to return the hug, patting Mirae’s back reassuringly. "Someone missed my hugs too much," she teased lightly.

"Shut up, and I’m not a little kid. I’ll be turning sixteen soon," Mirae mumbled into Miyeon’s hair, her voice muffled but still holding a hint of embarrassment.

"Okay, okay. Rude kid," Miyeon replied, her tone teasing as she smiled into the hug.

After a while, they pulled apart, both looking at each other with a mixture of affection and amusement. A moment of silence passed between them before they both burst out laughing, the tension melting away.

Once they had calmed down, Miyeon turned to Mirae, a playful glint in her eye. "Want to go for an ice cream walk?"

"Is that even a question? Of course, yes!" Mirae replied, her voice bubbling with excitement as she jumped up, ready for their impromptu adventure.

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Mirae reminds me of my little sister too much. She is a little devil yet angel lol.

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