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AUTHOR'S POV:
Morning sunlight streamed through the large windows as Y/n strolled into the dining room at 9:30 a.m., taking her usual seat beside her father.
"Good morning, sweetie. You look... adorable in that outfit," Mr. Kim chuckled, gesturing toward her oversized t-shirt that read "MY CAT IS A ROCKSTAR," complete with a cartoonish image of Min Yoongi as a cool cat idol.
Y/n smirked, "Good morning, Papa. And you look... formal?" She squinted dramatically at his sharp suit, her mock-serious tone drawing a hearty laugh from him.
Her mother smiled at the playful exchange as Y/n grabbed a piece of honey bread and stood up, ready to head out. "Okay, Mumma, I'll catch you guys in the evening!"
She was halfway to the door when her mother's voice stopped her.
"Evening? You do remember we're meeting Taehyung's family this afternoon, right?"
Y/n froze mid-step, then spun around. "Oh... right. Totally forgot about that," she said sheepishly, glancing at her dad, who raised an eyebrow as if he had forgotten too.
"Well," her mom began, her tone soft but firm, "you should stay home today. We need to be ready."
Y/n pouted. "But I have to go to the library!" she whined, clutching her honey bread dramatically. "I promise I'll be back before 5!"
Her mom sighed, clearly unconvinced but relenting. "Alright. But you promised, hmm?"
"Yep!" Y/n chirped, flashing a quick smile before darting out the door.
As her footsteps faded, Mrs. Kim shook her head. "I just hope she gets back before they arrive," she murmured, her worry evident.
"Aye, she will! She's a responsible girl," Mr. Kim said with a reassuring grin, patting his wife's hand gently. "You'll see."
But even as he spoke, Mrs. Kim's gaze lingered on the door, her unease refusing to budge.
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Afternoon, 4pm
The afternoon sun blazed mercilessly, making the already hot day feel unbearable. Rosy groaned loudly, fanning herself with her hand as she trudged along the footpath.
"I don't understand why you're even rich if you end up riding a bicycle anyway!" Rosy snapped, glaring at Y/n, who pedaled beside her with an irritatingly cheerful expression.
Y/n laughed, unfazed. "Oh, come on! Just because I'm rich doesn't mean I have to drive a Lamborghini everywhere like in those over-the-top movies."
