Donghyun had made one of the hugest breakfasts I'd ever seen in my life. I don't even think my mother had ever attempted such a huge meal even for dinner, let alone breakfast. There were plates of bulgogi and galbi, hot steaming bowls of kimchi stew, some kind of delicious-looking green onion pancake, and a bright assortment of banchan side dishes spanning nearly the entirety of the dining room table.
"Wow," Sohyun said when we first saw the speech. She looked at our father with huge eyes. "Daddy, you made this? All of it?!"
Donghyun chuckled. "Yeah, cooking has become a hobby of mine. Now I know you two are starving, but just wait for a minute so I can round up Kwangmin and Youngmin. I want us to all eat together."
Sohyun and I nodded and then sat at the table beside each other.
"Wow," she said again, looking at everything in awe. "Since when was our dad a master chef? He should be our cooking class teacher."
"Oh!" I said, as her words joggled my memory. "That reminds me. You were put in cooking class, weren't you?"
She looked at me like I had just invaded her thoughts. "Um... yeah. Paper dolls club got cancelled. How did you know?"
I sighed. "So it happened to you, too... All three classes, just cancelled. Doesn't that seem odd to you? Something strange is going on here."
"Um. I don't..." her voice trailed off. I realized I had made her uncomfortable, as I often had a tendency of doing, without meaning to. Sohyun hated talking about serious things or discussing suspicions and speculations, so I usually had to keep these kind of things to myself.
All of the sudden, a burst of noise exploded coming from the back of the house. I looked up at the doorway in shock, hearing considerably raised voices, arguing, and slamming of doors. What the heck was going on?!
"What is that?" I asked Sohyun.
She looked up. "Huh? What's what?" I realized she hadn't even been paying attention—her nose was buried in her phone, staring at pictures of Jimin from BTS.
I was going to get irritated with her, but then an angry voice that sounded much closer than before shouted, "I'M BUSY!"
My father's soft voice interceded with, "Youngmin, please. You haven't eaten since yesterday's lunch. You need food."
"YOU NEED TO STOP BEING SUCH A BRAT!" a voice that was unmistakably Kwangmin's shrieked. "Eunji's here and since she's the reason you're like this anyway, you might as well go see her!"
"I don't have time! I told you I'm bus—"
"Busy doing what? You know, you used to be Eunji's friend," Kwangmin said, and his voice had calmed down, but it was sharper and colder. "Wait till she sees that you're not as sweet and gentle as she thinks you are."
"I DON'T WANT TO AND I'M NOT GOING TO."
There was a pause, and then Kwangmin said, "Donghyun, please step away so I can punch Youngmin."
"No!" Donghyun exclaimed. "Look, you both are coming to the table now. That's an order!"
Some seconds later, Donghyun appeared in the doorway. He looked worn out as heck. Without saying anything or even looking in my and my sister's direction, he took his seat at the end of the table and kept quiet.
Kwangmin barged into the room, his large eyes even huger and with a look of fury in them. He charged over and pulled the seat out next to me so angrily he almost flipped it over. Then he sat down and crossed his arms over his chest, avoiding anyone's gaze. He was shaking.
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Ivory (Sequel to Porcelain)
FanfictionSecrets are everywhere. And so are those with bad intentions. School's starting again for Eunji, her twin sister, and her porcelain twin pals. It seems like it'll be a normal high school experience for the four of them. But when the twins start ge...