Michaeng (Short Stories) Vol. 2

IIY 3

Chaeyoung woke up to the blaring sound of Dahyun's alarm, echoing through the room. To her surprise, Dahyun remained completely unfazed, still deep in sleep despite the relentless ringing. Chaeyoung rubbed her eyes and glanced at Tzuyu, who looked just as irritated.

Without a word, Tzuyu grabbed her pillow and threw it straight at Dahyun's face. "Yah! Wake up! Your alarm's been going off forever!" she shouted.

Dahyun jolted awake, arms flailing like she was preparing to defend herself. "What's happening?!" she asked, eyes wide in confusion.

Chaeyoung couldn't help but giggle at the sight, finding the chaos between her roommates amusing. Tzuyu, unimpressed, smacked Dahyun again with the pillow. "That's for being an idiot!" she said with a smirk.

"Hey!" Dahyun whined, still rubbing her eyes. "What was that for?" But Tzuyu only rolled her eyes as they all started getting ready for the day.

Once they were dressed, the three of them made their way out into the main hallway of the school. The bustling chatter of students filled the air. Group of students excitedly whispering and squealing in anticipation.

"Oh my god, have you heard? The Japanese heiress is studying here!" one girl said excitedly as they passed.

"I heard she's insanely pretty," another girl chimed in, barely containing her excitement. "Like, drop-dead gorgeous."

Chaeyoung exchanged a curious glance with her roommates as the noise level around them rose. The crowd began to gather, growing larger with every second. "Who are they talking about?" Dahyun asked, clearly intrigued.

"If I'm not mistaken," Tzuyu began, leaning closer to them, "they're talking about the one and only Myoui Mina."

Chaeyoung's curiosity peaked as she watched the students in the hallway start buzzing with even more excitement. Then, the sleek door of a black limousine swung open, and all eyes were on it. A hush fell over the crowd as a tall, graceful figure stepped out.

It was her—the girl from yesterday.

Chaeyoung's breath caught in her throat as recognition hit her like a ton of bricks. The girl she had bumped into was none other than Myoui Mina—the famed heiress. She looked even more stunning up close, effortlessly wearing a tailored outfit from Fendi's latest collection. Her blonde hair shone under the sunlight, and her every move exuded elegance and control. She walked with the confidence of someone who knew she had the entire world's attention on her—because she did.

Boys stared in awe, practically drooling over her, while the girls around them whispered and squealed, their admiration plain as day. Mina, however, barely seemed to notice. She walked past the crowd, her expression was cold and distant, used to this kind of attention yet visibly bored by it.

Chaeyoung couldn't take her eyes off her. 'This is the girl I ran into?' She could hardly believe it. It all made sense now—why Mina had acted the way she did, why she carried herself with such superiority. Chaeyoung felt a mix of awe and intimidation as Mina passed by, smirking at the sight of all the eager eyes on her.

"Wow," Dahyun muttered, glancing at Mina's retreating figure. "She really does look like she stepped out of a magazine."

"She probably did," Tzuyu added with a smirk, clearly unimpressed with the fanfare.

Chaeyoung, still staring after Mina, could only nod, she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in her chest.

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