𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 🌹(18+)

𝟒𝟔:- 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

The next morning, Min-ah woke up groggy and walked toward the dining room, the smell of fresh toast and eggs pulling her out of her haze. Her carefree spirit wasn't entirely awake yet, and her hair was a mess-a glorious, untamed mess that screamed

"I'm the protagonist of my own chaos."

Sliding into her usual seat, she glanced at the empty chair where her father usually sat.

Ah, silence.

The breakfast table feels more edible without his nagging voice. She poured herself a glass of orange juice, only for her peaceful morning to shatter like a cheap porcelain plate.

In came her father, all smiles, as if the sun rose just for him.

He walked over, ruffled her hair like she was a 10-year-old, and sat down.

"Good morning, my sunshine!"

Sunshine? Sunshine?!

Min-ah froze, mid-bite, her fork hovering dangerously close to stabbing him out of reflex.

The disgust bubbled inside her like bad soda. Without a word, she fixed her hair and returned to eating.

Ugh. I need a shower. And a therapist.

Her father looked at her plate. "You're eating too fast, Min-ah. Girls your age should eat delicately."

Min-ah raised an eyebrow. "Oh, should I? Next time, I'll eat with a magnifying glass so I don't upset your fragile masculinity."

He blinked.

She smirked.

Point, Min-ah.

Later that day, she arrived at Yoona's mansion, humming her own theme song-because why not? Yoona's place was big, intimidating, and as pristine as a department store window display. Min-ah could smell the drama before she even stepped inside.

The second she opened the door, she heard yelling. Mr. Kim's deep voice boomed like a poorly tuned drum, and Yoona's mother's soft, quivering responses barely made it out of the room. She peeked into the living room and saw Yoona sitting on the couch, clutching a pillow like it was a life raft.

Min-ah clicked her heels loudly as she entered the mansion, her purposeful footsteps announcing her arrival. Yoona glanced at her, relief flooding her face.

"Min-ah, what are you-"

"Saving your day. Don't mind me." Min-ah breezed past her into the kitchen, where she rummaged through the fridge. "Let's see... Lemon juice? Check. Bitter gourd juice? Oh, jackpot."

She whipped up the most horrendous concoction she could think of-equal parts genius and evil. Walking into the living room like she owned the place, she offered the drink to Mr. Kim, interrupting his rant mid-sentence.

"Thirsty, Uncle? Made this just for you." She smiled sweetly, the type of smile that said drink this and regret your life choices.

Mr. Kim hesitated but, under the judging eyes of his wife and daughter, took a sip. His face contorted in slow motion, like a bad TikTok filter. He swallowed, coughed, and glared at her.

"What... is this?!"

"Bitter truth. Just like your personality." She leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "Careful, Uncle. If you spit it out, Yoona might think you're weak. And we can't have that, can we?"

Yoona choked back a laugh.

Mr. Kim's ego forced him to finish the drink, and Min-ah turned to Yoona with a wink.