I S U F D (Lisa X Mingyu)

C7

Super Awkward — The only thing left in Kim Mingyu’s mind was a giant ellipsis. 。。。

Lisa really wanted to die now.

If it was just a regular article of clothing falling onto the balcony downstairs, it would have been fine. But why…was it her underwear of all things. Thinking of the person who lived downstairs was also that horrid Mr. Kim…she wanted to die even more.

What could she do now? Should she go retrieve her underwear? If she ran downstairs to grab her underwear, then she would lose too much face. Anyway…he might not know whose underwear it was, or that it came from someone upstairs! Mn!

Asking For Suicide At Eighteen This Year:「My bra fell onto the downstairs balcony QAQ Should I go get it back QAQ 」

Eight Treasures Congee Female Hero:「……」

Eight Treasures Congee Female Hero:「I feel very sympathetic for you, but first let me laugh for five minutes hahahahahahahahaha」

Asking For Suicide At Eighteen This Year: 「『goodbye』」

Invincible Little Sweetie:「Get it ya~ why shouldn’t you grab them. A bra is also very expensive.」

Asking For Suicide At Eighteen This Year:「But the one that lives downstairs is that goddamn annoying Mr. Kim! He is a man! I’m going to fucking lose face!」

Not Losing 5kg Not Changing Name:「But if you don’t go get it, your bra will always be at his place. God knows what he will do with your bra.」

Asking For Suicide At Eighteen This Year:「………」

Eight Treasures Congee Female Hero:「If you go and get it, remember to live broadcast to the group chat hahahahaha」

Asking For Suicide At Eighteen This Year: l「Eight Treasures, I think our friendship has probably reached its end『smile』」

Eight Treasures Congee Female Hero: l「Oh, then you should pay back the ¥10 you borrowed from me last time first.」

Lisa: “…”

With a flick of a hand, she sent Eight Treasures a ¥10.50 red envelope.

Asking For Suicide At Eighteen This Year: 「Gave you ¥0.50; you can retire『smile』」

Distraught with anxiety, she turned off her phone, still torn between whether she should go down to retrieve her underwear. Jihyo hypothetical situation spiraled in her mind. That Mr. Kim looked like a model gentleman, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a pervert. How could she allow her underwear to fall in this type of man’s hands!

She breathed in deeply, mentally preparing herself to an adequate level before running downstairs to knock on Kim Mingyu’s door.

No one.

Lisa’s heart relaxed a bit. At least Mr. Kim still hadn’t seen her underwear yet. She was worried that once Mr. Kim came back from work, however, he would head to his balcony as usual to water his plants, thus catching sight of a woman’s undergarment—it was even pink…

Not good, this scene is too vivid; she couldn’t think of it again.

She had to stand there and wait until he returned.

An agonizing five minutes passed, and Lisa was already slightly unable to endure this wait. Waiting like this was not a solution. God knew when he would return. She took out her phone and called the property management.