Chasing Her || FreenBecky [Completed]

Chapter 1

"Wake up, Mu Daeng! (Red Pork!)" Bright pinched my nose and dashed out of the room, ruining my morning completely. What on earth was he up to? He seemed totally insane!

I rolled out of bed, stretching and cracking a few bones. The new semester was starting, but I was still stuck in my third year. Time seemed to crawl by so slowly as the deadline approached. I was just about done with college; I wanted to pitch in and help my brothers with their work this time.

"VACHIRAWIT!" I yelled, realizing my towel was missing from the bathroom yet again. He kept using it because he thought the color was cute. It was gray! There was nothing cute about it! "Buy your own. This is my personal stuff." I snatched it back from his shoulder, shooting him a glare. Thankfully, he hadn't used it to dry who knows what.

"You're bothering your sister again," Mile remarked as he prepared breakfast. "Freen, I sent you your allowance. Are you sure you don't need anything else? The semester's starting, you might need more books."

"I'm fine," I replied with a smile. "As the university council president, I'm sure I can find a way to get them for free."

"Mile, I need books!" Bright pouted, reaching out for some money, but Mile placed a fried egg in his hand instead.

"Eat up. You're not even studying properly," Mile chuckled, heading upstairs to wake up Mew.

Bright and I settled at the table to eat. He seemed fine, but I sensed something was off. Mew hadn't been himself the past few days. He used to be up early for work, and Mile would just shower because Mew had breakfast ready. But now, things were different. It wasn't even his day off, since it was Monday.

"Bright," I called out, concerned. "Do you know what's going on with Mew? He's been distant since yesterday."

"Huh?" Bright furrowed his brows, glancing upstairs. "He's fine. I heard he quit his job yesterday. He's no longer a guard."

I nodded and scanned the newspaper on the table. There were circles around job ads. Maybe Mew was looking for a new job. I skimmed through them; Mew would be a good fit for some of these positions. But he enjoyed handling guns and batons. He wanted to be a police officer but wasn't keen on going back to school.

"Do you think Mew could be a car salesman?" I asked.

Bright nearly choked on his food, laughing before taking a sip of water. "Are you serious? That guy barely talks. If he became a salesman, do you think he could sell anything?"

"Why not? He's good-looking. Just a smile from him could attract plenty of customers," I retorted, rolling my eyes and continuing to eat.

"What are you guys talking about?" Mew entered the dining area, rubbing his eyes. He sat next to me, followed by Mile. "I'm going to be a car salesman next week. Any objections, Bright?"

My eyes widened, mirroring Bright's reaction. Was he serious? I had just been joking.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," Mile muttered, shaking his head. "It's out of character for you to be a salesman. They talk a lot, Mew."

"So what? I can talk when I need to," Mew defended himself.

"They charm people. They sell. There are many skills a salesman needs that you don't have," Bright chimed in, prompting Mew to throw the newspaper at him, silencing him.

"I'll send my resume later," Mew sighed, digging into his food.

I chuckled at their banter. It had been four years since Mom passed away, four years since I started living with them. It wasn't easy at first; I was scared. They were all guys, and I had trouble trusting them. But they didn't treat me any differently. They welcomed me, provided for me, and showed me that losing our parents didn't mean giving up. They became my best friends and my protectors—my everything.

"Are you ready? I'll drive you to school," Mile offered, wiping his lips with a napkin as he stood up.

"It's okay, Mile. I don't have work today. I can take her," Mew interjected.

"What about me?" Bright piped up, looking between our brothers. "I'm your brother too, you know."

Mile chuckled, motioning for Bright to join him. Since Mew and Mile only had motorcycles for transportation, it was impossible to take both of us to school at once, especially since motorcycles only allowed one passenger.

"I'm not ready yet," I said, darting to the bathroom to freshen up and apply light makeup. I needed to look presentable as the newly elected student council president. I had been part of the council since my freshman year, but now, it's my first time being the president.

After getting ready, I descended the stairs and found Mew on the phone, looking sad and worried.

"Okay. I'll figure out how to reimburse it. I lost my job. I'll talk to you later once I find another one," he said before hanging up and meeting my gaze. "Sorry about that. Girlfriend problems," he lied with a smile, reaching to ruffle my hair, but I stepped back.

Mew and I had grown closer over the years. Though he was distant when we first started living together, he gradually opened up to me. He truly was the big brother, always hiding his vulnerabilities and shielding us from financial worries, even though they were a real concern.

"See you later, little one!" Mew waved as he left.

Now, I was at Beacon Heights University, the nearest school to our house. It wasn't the best, but it sufficed. We learned a lot here.

"Good morning, Pres," students greeted me as I walked through the corridors. I was accustomed to the attention; many considered me one of the most beautiful students in the university, though perhaps only in our department.

"President!" Nam called from a distance. What now? There must be another problem.

"What is it?" I asked curtly, hanging my vest on the rack. "What's the issue this time?"

"The sports committee needs our help for the upcoming sports fest. They want our varsity girls' football team to participate, but there's a problem," Nam explained, taking a seat across from me. "Their team captain."

"Then why don't they replace her? Is it that difficult?" I inquired, reviewing documents from various departments.

"She's an exceptional player, Pres. Despite being a first-year, none of her seniors can beat her in football. They can't just replace her like that," Nam elaborated, letting out a sigh of frustration.

"So she's become complacent because of her skills?" I raised an eyebrow, closing the folder. "Get her here. I'll talk to her."

"But..." Nam hesitated. "Please be gentle with her, okay? We don't want her transferring out."

I rolled my eyes and nodded.

I didn't understand why the committee kept bringing me these issues. They seemed to think I was a miracle worker, capable of turning troublemakers into model students.

My demeanor at school and at home were worlds apart. At home, I was the princess, modest and gentle. But here, I was the strict one, and most students were wary of me. They appointed me as president, hoping I could enact change. Well, we'll see about that.