Sasaeng Sister [In big roles: Sunghoon, Lee Know, skz, Ateez, Jungkook]

Chapter 2

Mike had sent a chauffeur to drive me to my new home, a luxurious detached house shielded by a tall iron fence. The building was huge, its windows wide and dark. Evidently, my step-stepmom was even wealthier than Mike. A black Porsche, a white Rolls Royce, and the newest model of Tesla decorated the front yard.

The chauffeur led me in.

"Do you need help with the baggage? I can carry it to your room if you like."

"No, thank you. It's not that heavy," I said, desperately needing a moment to myself.

He bowed and left me alone in the entrance hall.

One of the walls was a full mirror. My reflection looked out of place in such a modern and empty room. There weren't even any shoes in sight. Hesitantly, I left my trainers in one corner before entering a living room-kitchen area.

On the wall hung a TV as big as some screens at small movie theaters. A white leather couch gleamed like it was brand new, too perfect for everyday use.

The kitchen was just as grand. My eyes fixed on a girl, or a young woman, eating salad at the counter. Her hair shone as if she came straight from a shampoo commercial. She munched green leaves unbothered by my existence.

"Hi! I'm Filina. I think your mom... and Mike have talked about me."

She glared at me. Her eyes were perfectly lined with dark makeup.

"Yes, I heard you were coming. But remember that I am older than you."

"Sorry... I haven't talked Korean with that many people," I said, fixing my language to a more polite form.

She sipped water from a tall thin glass as I stood awkwardly by the fancy couch. She must have known I felt uncomfortable but showed no sign of empathy.

"Uhm... can I take some water?" I asked.

The girl didn't even lift her eyes. Her manicured nail tapped the phone screen slightly every time she slid her finger up and down. She scrolled through something like an Instagram feed. I took a better look as I passed her on my way toward the sink. It was not Instagram. She was reading a message thread, and it wasn't just any chat forum. Someone was offering money to find out where BTS's Jin lived.

I opened three different cupboards before finding one of those thin glasses the girl used. It took me a while to figure out the tap, but eventually, I got cold water.

The girl frowned at me.

"I knew you were that type of a person."

I turned to face her.

"What do you mean?"

"Bet you would drink straight from the Han River."

I gulped the last of my water.

While I drank, the girl lost interest in me. She crunched over her phone like a hardcore sasaeng, probably eager to find out the location of Jin's house.

"Are you Hari?" I asked after a long silence.

"Yes. I'm Hari. And your room is upstairs."

My heart sank a little. I had been excited to have a big sister, but she acted like a troubled teenager. How was I supposed to remember to address her as someone older than me when she behaved like that. Had Mike really said she was 23 years old? The girl had no manners. She could have at least shown me the way to my room.

I dragged my suitcase upstairs but came to a halt when I reached the upper floor. My room was behind one of six identical doors along the hall. I sighed and knocked on the first one.