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Chapter -12 [M]

- Your Pov -

"So, how's life going?" Yujin asked as we walked down the hallway to our next class. "Good, how about you?" I replied, offering her a smile.

"Same. But you haven't hung out with me even once!" She pouted, playfully expressing her complaint.

"Well, I've been quite busy lately," I explained, prompting a nod of understanding from her.

"But are you busy today?" Yujin inquired, her eyes hopeful.

"No, not really," I answered, and she giggled.

"So, we're hanging out today!" She declared with enthusiasm.

"Uh, okay," I agreed as we continued our stroll.

As we engaged in conversation, someone abruptly bumped into me, their shoulder colliding with mine. "I'm sorry for that," they apologized before swiftly walking away.

I stood there, momentarily stunned. The voice, the apology - it felt oddly familiar. "Who was that?" I wondered, turning to catch a glimpse of the person's retreating figure.

"Y/n?" Yujin's voice brought me back to reality. "Are you okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face. I nodded my head in response, still processing the unexpected encounter.

- Kim Minji's Pov -

The dining room held an air of awkwardness as my dad decided to engage in conversation.

"So, how's life treating you? Everything seems fine?" he asked, his eyes probing for a response.

"I'm doing well, Dad. Everything's smooth," I replied, trying to maintain a pleasant demeanor.

His curious wife, or as I affectionately called her, the gold digger, couldn't resist poking into my business.

"What's this 'fine' about? You don't just get 'fine' for nothing. Spill the beans. Having an affair or some shady business?" she interrogated, sipping her wine.

Dad, ever the peacemaker, tried to intervene, "Honey, let her have her own life. She can date whoever she wants. Let her enjoy her adulthood."

"She's spoiled, that's what she is! And those peculiar habits of hers are just baffling," the stepmother remarked, dismissing the notion of personal space.

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After dinner, I found myself in the living room, engaging in a playful banter with my 7-year-old stepbrother.

"Sister, why don't you stay with us?" he innocently inquired.

"Well, little man, I have my own apartment because I'm all grown up now," I explained with a smile.

"So, when I'm big, I'll have my own apartment too?" he pondered.

"Perhaps," I teased, tickling him as his laughter filled the room.

"Sister, am I really gonna have my own place when I'm big?" he persisted with a hopeful look.

"Maybe," I chuckled, enjoying our sibling moment.

As the night progressed, I heard the familiar voice of the gold digger, disrupting my peaceful moment.

"Minji, I need to talk to you. It's important," she asserted, her tone carrying the usual arrogance.

"I'm not interested," I calmly responded.

"It concerns your little secret," she teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief.