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"What do you want?" (Y/N) hissed as they sat inside the restaurant, rain-soaked chairs dripping water down their bodies.
James, with his arms encircled around each other, responded, "No, what do you want?"
"What do 'I' want?! I wanna go back home," (Y/N) screamed, a mixture of frustration and longing evident in her voice. Despite the challenges, her home held a blend of both pain and joy, a place she yearned for.
She had considered changing her life earlier when the opportunity presented itself. The power to alter her future was within reach, but the fear of losing or missing something held her back. The weight of uncertainty and the potential consequences of altering the past left her paralyzed.
"I'm sorry. Can I go home now?" (Y/N) apologized before abruptly getting up. Her gaze lingered on the rain-streaked window, contemplating the changes she could make and the potential impact on her present.
James watched her leave, unable to find the words to respond. As (Y/N) stepped outside, a car pulled up, and Christopher Park, Yuna's disciple, emerged as the driver. James observed the scene unfold.
"Miss Yuna, why are you having a meeting with James Lee? He's one of the reasons why your life is miserable right now," Chris remarked as he skillfully maneuvered his car.
Chris continued to mumble phrases that widened (Y/N)'s eyes, the revelations unfolding before her seemed straight out of a dramatic series, a typical plotline playing out in real life.
"That's why you should put some distance between James Lee and your brother," Chris advised, executing a sharp turn that nearly sent (Y/N) airborne.
(Y/N) maintained a stoic expression, processing the conspiracy she had unwittingly stumbled upon. The revelation left her feeling overwhelmed, questioning whether ignorance would have been preferable.
"Then why? Why did he show up infront of me?" It was challenging for her to grasp the intricacies of the situation. Overwhelmed by the day's revelations, she added, "Is this why my brother avoided me like a plague?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Yuna, but I'm sure the King of Ansan informed you about something, right?" Chris apologized, recognizing that explaining such matters was his responsibility, not Yuna's.
It had been a few days since Christopher hinted at something concerning James Lee and her brother, leaving (Y/N) frustrated with the lack of information about Yuna's past. She only possessed bits and pieces of Yuna's memories, rendering them practically useless.
"I can't believe you're the owner of this cafe at such a young age!" exclaimed Hangyeol, excitement and appreciation evident in his trembling hands as he spoke.
"And you're a surgeon at such a commendable age," (Y/N) complimented, taking a sip of her coffee and relishing in the feeling of sophistication. She couldn't help but notice a young girl peeking out from behind Hangyeol. The girl had porcelain-white hair that flowed like a waterfall, red eyes holding a captivating mystery, and an ethereal aura hinting at a possible albino heritage. Her facial features suggested an Asian descent.
"Who's that little girl behind your back, mister?" (Y/N) inquired, curious as to why Hangyeol brought a child to their meeting.
"Oh! This is Kohana Nahm," Hangyeol introduced, encouraging Kohana to greet (Y/N), although Kohana seemed a bit hesitant.
"A cousin or someone related?" (Y/N) probed, intrigued by the presence of the child. She couldn't shake off the curiosity about why Hangyeol would bring a kid to their meeting.
"She told me she wants to learn how to fight, and I immediately thought of you! You once mentioned that you know how to fight, and your fighting style is more suited for girls, right?" Hangyeol explained with a smile while consulting Kohana.
Observing Hangyeol's innate kindness, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility to guide him towards maintaining a balance between goodness and self-preservation.
"I don't like her; she rubs me the wrong way!" Kohana's childish complaints echoed through the air, her dissatisfaction evident as she voiced her dislike for (Y/N) in a manner typical of children. (Y/N) responded to Kohana's protestations with a stoic expression and a poker face, her voice void of any discernible emotion.
"I also don't like you. Hangyeol, try finding another teacher for that child. I don't want to teach her," (Y/N) asserted with a straightforwardness that matched her poker face. Her indifference towards Kohana was palpable, and she made it clear that the young girl's presence didn't sit well with her.
Kohana, wide-eyed and pointing an accusatory finger at (Y/N), protested, "Liar! Everyone loves me! Why?!"
"Because you rub me the wrong way," (Y/N) casually retorted, taking a sip of her coffee with an underlying smirk. Despite the brat's protestations, (Y/N) had no intention of letting her off the hook so easily.
Hangyeol, playing the mediator, attempted to diffuse the tension between (Y/N) and Kohana. His efforts resonated with (Y/N), reminding her of a version of herself from the past. The contrast between his saint-like demeanor and the brewing conflict intrigued her, drawing parallels with the notion of heavenly intervention.
As the conversation continued, (Y/N) couldn't shake the lingering nostalgia for the system she once had. Months had passed since its absence, and she found herself yearning for the familiar advantages it provided. In an attempt to shift the dynamics, she steered the conversation toward a different topic.
"You mentioned that your father was opening a Doctors for the Homeless Program," (Y/N) remarked, aware of the potential disaster that loomed on the horizon. Despite the pre-determined nature of the situation, she felt a desire to intervene and prevent the impending clash.
"How did you know?" Hangyeol asked, brimming with curiosity, while Kohana also nodded, though she wasn't entirely sure about the conversation between Hangyeol and (Y/N).
"How could I not? I just saw how it was made; it was crafted with cutting corners, a predetermined disaster," Hangyeol maintained a smile as (Y/N) expressed her concerns. (Y/N) suddenly realized something, her eyes widening, and her lips quivering. She stood up abruptly, slamming her hand on the table. "Y-you didn't, right?"
Hangyeol understood the gravity of what (Y/N) was implying. He smiled and nodded, responding, "Yes, I volunteered myself." The admission triggered a surge of anger in (Y/N). "Calm down, my family's not like that. I'm sure they will think about my safety too."
Mockingly mimicking Hangyeol's voice, (Y/N) repeated, "Calm down, my family's not like that. I'm sure they will think about my safety too... Tsk... How much?" She couldn't bring herself to tell Hangyeol about the toxicity within his family dynamics. In fact, she perceived his excessive kindness as toxic, especially for himself. Her intention was to help Hangyeol see the flaws in people, not to an extreme extent but to balance his perspective.
"Huh?" Hangyeol looked at her in confusion, and Kohana mirrored the same bewildered expression. The child, whom (Y/N) had almost forgotten, observed the exchange with innocent curiosity.
"I will sponsor it. I don't need my name or face plastered on a billboard or something. What matters to me is your safety," (Y/N) declared, taking a step back, deciding not to push Hangyeol to his limits. She understood that pressing too hard might jeopardize their friendship.
I plan to create a new fanfiction intertwining Questism, Manager Kim, and Viral Hit, incorporating characters related to You/Yuna—Kohana Nahm, Shiro Shin, and Nari Baek, respectively. Depending on my mood or reader interest, I might explore side stories or delve into how others perceive You/Yuna in separate fanfictions.
