Karma Is A Big Killjoy

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''They're heavy, huh?'' The lecturer asked and put his share of bags on the ground.

''You noticed.'' The girl rolled her eyes and stuck her hand in the pocket for the keys. ''I have a sole urge to rest on the sofa and watch TV.''

''Sounds like a good plan. Can I join? I remember that Running Man is at this hour.''

''Of course! I can't wait to see what will happen in this reality show.''

Youngsoon opened and walked in with another attempt of lifting the huge bags. She placed them on the floor in her room and planned to hurriedly come to Chen to turn on the television set and go through the channels to find SBS. Until she heard something out of place. There was a drumming sound coming from the bathroom. She immediately was filled with apprehension and but also curiosity killed the cat, in this case - her, so she decided to approach the door of the room. When she arrived at the area, she located her ear on the door's surface and began listening to the noises occurring inside. Everything was more precise now. The constant, haste sound of water dropping made her realize someone was occupying the place.

The next minute there was no noise produced. Youngsoon felt her breath shortened and feared the person in question was going to get out of the room. She didn't want to be found in the state she was currently being. She decided to get out of there and hide somewhere.

''Shoot!'' Aside from the cursing, She heard a loud slip and a heavy thud afterward.

The girl instantly recognized her sister's booming voice.

She turned around and ran to the living room without glancing over her shoulder to confirm any more. She cannot mistake her sister's shriek in this world. Her older sister possessed this distinct vibration of her voice - feminine but fierce as a cat's hiss. If no one saw her outer appearance, everyone would assume she was some kind of a hideous witch who inhabits in the scariest parts of Seoul (Youngsoon's heard the forest - park on the border of the capital is cursed due to an eerie event that befell three years ago). The younger sibling came to her own room and shut the door. She used her meditation methods to calm down. She just had to process all the new information she obtained from a few seconds ago. The girl had to act normal around her sister; the older of the two shouldn't see her younger sister as Dohyeong ever. She would freak the hell out if she discovered him, especially when Youngsoon transforms herself into him. The latter wasn't going to do the same mistake like in school where Jongdae witnessed the most ''amusing'' thing, in his opinion.

When she resolved to come out of the shell, Youngsoon found herself rubbing her elbow being a girl again, changed her clothes to ones for girls and went to the professor so he didn't start to let agitation invade his organism. No sooner had she seen her older sister sitting on the couch across the sofa where the lecturer settled. They were having a friendly and exchangeable conversation; her older sister was smiling brightly in a hospitable manner, on the other hand, Jongdae seemed as if he felt strenuous and bothered by something Youngsoon couldn't make out.

''Unnie*, what a surprise,'' She called her.

Yunhee, her older sister, turned to Youngsoon and came up to her, patting her bump with care. ''Well, I'm having a day off. I am taking one of my biggest clients around Seoul. Come hug your sister!''

Without being reluctant, Youngsoon obeyed and embraced her. Yunhee wrapped her arms around her sibling's shoulders. Behind her, Chen mouthed ''I had no idea she was here.'' and motioned his hands, implying his worry about Yunhee's presence in the apartment. He had a point to be anxious. What if she caught Youngsoon red-handed in her boyish form? But everything's under control now since Youngsoon turned back to her true form without her sister seeing me. The girl mouthed ''It's okay.'' and showed him an assuring smile so he didn't feel any more concern on this issue. His eyes appeared relaxed after he saw her composure.

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