Heated Confrontation // michaeng

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Third Person POV:

Mina walked towards Chaeyoung's office and was greeted by the sight of her smoking a cigarette. Chaeyoung notices her presence and glances at her briefly before speaking in a cold, detached manner.

"Do you need something, Mina?"  she asks with a smirk on her face, not even bothering to put out her cigarette as she continues to smoke, the acrid smoke curling around her face.

Mina scowled, her anger flaring up instantly. She hated that Chaeyoung always treated her like this, as if she were some sort of inferior being "I'm here because of that marriage arrangement, Chaeyoung,"  Mina snapped, her voice sharp as a whip.

Chaeyoung smirks, taking one last drag before stubbing out her cigarette  "Ah yes, our little arrangement."  she leans back in her chair, eyeing you with a mixture of amusement and annoyance

"I suppose you're not happy with the terms? Or perhaps you're having second thoughts about being Mrs. Son?"

Mina's face contorted with anger, her hands clenching into fists at her sides — "Of course, I'm not happy!" —she exclaimed heatedly.

"I never wanted to get married, let alone to some stranger from Korea! And don't call me 'Mrs. Son!"

She laughs coldly — "Oh please, spare me the dramatics, Mina. We both know this marriage was a necessary business arrangement, not some fairy tale romance." she stood up, walking around the desk to face you directly.

"You're not exactly a catch either, you know."

Mina's eyes narrowed, her anger simmering just below the surface.

"And you're one to talk, Chaeyoung," —she spat, her voice dripping with venom

"At least I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth and a entitled attitude to match."

"Ah, the age-old tale of the poor little orphan," Chaeyoung drawled sarcastically, rolling her eyes. — "Look, Mina, we can stand here and throw barbs at each other all day, but it won't change the fact that this marriage is happening."

"I hate you," —Mina hissed, her anger boiling over. Her face contorted with rage, she lunged at Chaeyoung, intent on clawing her face off. But Chaeyoung was quicker, sidestepping her and grabbing her wrists before she could make contact.

"And I should expect anything less from you?" Chaeyoung retorted, her grip tightening on Mina's wrists — "You're like a wild animal, always ready to scratch and bite."

She pushed Mina back, forcing her to stumble a few steps before regaining her balance.

Mina glared at Chaeyoung, breathing heavily as she tried to regain control of her emotions. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" —she seethed."You always took pleasure in seeing me upset."

Chaeyoung's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint as a smirk played at the corners of her mouth. "Perhaps I am, a little. It's not every day I get to see the great Mina so thoroughly unraveled." —She took a step closer, invading Mina's personal space.

Mina's breath hitched as Chaeyoung invaded her space, her heart racing traitorously. She hated how Chaeyoung always seemed to have this effect on her. "You're a cruel, heartless bitch," —Mina whispered, her voice trembling slightly despite her best efforts to remain composed.

Chaeyoung chuckled, the sound low and mocking. "And you're a volatile, unpredictable mess,"  she countered, her gaze piercing Mina's  "It's a wonder I put up with you at all."

Mina's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. She couldn't decide whether she wanted to slap Chaeyoung or kiss her to shut her up. The realization made her pause, her eyes widening briefly before she quickly masked her expression — "Go to hell, Chaeyoung,"