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Simple Truth

Park Yuna🎨

I skipped over to my brother sitting by the window with a small pout. "Oppa, you're supposed to tip me. Come on, I asked Beomgyu to put in extra whipped cream for you, too."

"Why should I tip you? You're my sister." He crosses his arms, looking up at me.

"So? What, do people not tip family?"

"They don't." He brings his cup up to his lips, taking a sip.

I groan, shaking my head. "There's no point in talking to you."

Just then, the bell rings, and we both turn to the door to find Ms Kim walking in, her hair messy and clothes crooked. She looks at my brother intently. Her eyes then find mine, and she stiffens. I squint my eyes in confusion. "Hey, Ms. Kim." I wave enthusiastically.

She gives me a stiff smile and looks down, glancing over at my brother again. She walks past us and into the kitchen, the door swinging behind her.

"Is she okay?" asks my brother curiously.

I shake my head, tilting over to watch her through the glass slab in the wooden door to the kitchen. "Dunno."

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I walk into the kitchen, my eyes shifting around to find Ms Kim. "Ms Kim, we're all out of the cheesecake-"

I find her hunched over the sink, and her head lifts up slowly. She looks at me, and her eyes widen, more tears falling down her slightly crinkled cheeks, the tip of her nose red. Her fingers clutch an old polaroid, and her grip tightens at the sight of me.

"Ms Kim-"

"Yuna," she calls softly, shoving the polaroid inside the pocket of her apron, but not before I catch a small glance. A picture of two young women at the beach, their arms around each other. Her friend, maybe? Sister?

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Her hands reach up to wipe at her cheeks, but I catch her lower lip quivering.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she replies, taking a deep breath. "Just tell them we're out of cheesecake."

I nod in response, watching her closely. She doesn't look at me, but down to her feet. I walk towards her slowly and reach my arms around her, giving her a hug. She stiffens again, her hands still at her sides. She's so tense.

I pull away after a few seconds, giving her a small smile and squeeze her shoulder.

"Do you want me to help you in the kitchen?"

"Oh, God no." She chuckles softly. "Just like her," she mumbles, staring at me.

"Sorry?"

She laughs, waving her hand in the air. "Nothing. You should go back in. I'm fine."

Just then, Beomgyu pops in, looking nervous. "Yun, get your ass back here! Wonyoung just went on break, and I can't take orders. They keep talking to me," he whines in a high voice.

"Beomgyu, they're supposed to talk to you," I laugh, following him out the kitchen.

"I don't want them to. A girl asked me my number, and I couldn't even say no."

"What!" I turn to him, eyebrows furrowed.

"She looked scary, I couldn't say no!"

"Idiot!" I slap his arm.

"She won't kidnap me, right?" he mumbles, looking down at me, eyes wide.

"Yeah, because that's why she needed your number." I roll my eyes.