Guri's Old Mansion ✅

4.

As the group approached Hoshi's grandparent's house, the air was filled with a sense of anticipation and wonder. Hoshi himself was taken aback by the sight that greeted them - an old, yet mesmerizing house that exuded charm and history in equal measure. The others in the group were equally amazed by the beauty that surrounded them, the allure of the old house captivating their senses in a way that words could scarcely describe.

Despite the initial shock of its grandeur, the group soon realized that the house, while spacious and grand, posed a challenge in terms of accommodation. Hoshi's revelation that he had never visited the house before added an air of mystery to their surroundings, as if the house itself held untold secrets waiting to be discovered.

Upon entering the house, they were greeted by Jeonghan, Hoshi's cousin who took on the role of their guide through the labyrinthine corridors and rooms of the old mansion. He often comes here and Hoshi informed already about them. He led them to the sleeping quarters, where a sense of urgency replaced the initial awe they had felt at the house's beauty.

He insisted to help Hoshi and his friends to help with their stuff but none of them didn't need help because they didn't bring any unnecessary things except for Minhee . Minhee was only the one who brought one small luggage and one bag which was heavy. She asked for help , she pointed towards her bag but Jeonghan acted like he didn't see and take her luggage to help . That wasn't helpful at all .

In a house so grand yet lacking in sufficient rooms for all of them to sleep comfortably, Jeonghan's task of allocating sleeping arrangements became a puzzle that needed to be solved. With quick thinking and resourcefulness, he showed them the available rooms - one with enough space for only two people to manage and a single room adjacent to it.

With limited options available, a plan began to take shape. The boys would make do with sleeping downstairs, perhaps even considering the unfinished flooring as a makeshift bed for the night. While the logistics were still being worked out, the group remained hopeful that they would find a way to rest comfortably in the enchanting house.

In the midst of the deliberations, Jeonghan revealed another room that he would occupy, offering to share the space with one other person from the group.

As the group settled into their temporary abode, the realization that some of them would have to make do with sleeping arrangements in the drawing room brought a sense of unity and shared experience. They embraced the challenge with a spirit of camaraderie, knowing that the true value of their journey lay not in the comfort of their accommodations, but in the memories they would create together in the enchanting abode of Hoshi's grandparents.

As tensions rose in the grandparent's house, Sarang and Minhi found themselves embroiled in a heated argument over who would have to sleep alone in the single room adjacent to the one accommodating two people. The air crackled with animosity as the dispute escalated, each of them adamant in their stance as the disagreement threatened to spiral out of control.

Caught in the crossfire of their conflict, Midori watched with a sinking feeling in her chest. The echoes of their voices reverberated off the walls, each word laced with tension and frustration. As the argument reached a fever pitch, she could no longer stand idly by and watch the turmoil unfold before her eyes.

Feeling a surge of resolve, Midori stepped forward, her voice cutting through the chaos like a beacon of calm in the midst of the storm. "I'll sleep there," she declared, her tone firm yet tinged with a hint of apprehension. "Now stop fighting, please. I hate hearing arguments."

Her words hung in the air, a solemn plea for peace amidst the chaos that threatened to consume their evening. Though her sacrifice was made in an attempt to diffuse the situation, a wave of uncertainty washed over Midori as she realized the implications of her decision.

Despite her outward display of bravery, a flicker of fear danced in Midori's eyes as she contemplated the prospect of sleeping alone in a room fraught with tension and discord. The weight of her choice settled upon her shoulders, the reality of her sacrifice sinking in as she grappled with her own fears and insecurities.

As the others fell silent, their expressions a mix of surprise and gratitude, Midori fought to maintain a façade of composure. She masked her trepidation behind a veil of stoicism, her inner turmoil hidden beneath a facade of unwavering resolve.