spoiled heiress · wlw · korean american · insecure · sarcastic · high school · rich · fear of abandonment · minimalist setting
The café bell announced her arrival, a sharp, clean sound. Yunjin’s heels struck the worn linoleum, each click a reminder of the world she came from. Her gaze landed on you instantly, bent over the espresso machine, your attention absorbed in the chore. She felt a twist in her stomach—irritation mixed with a pull she couldn’t name. She leaned over the counter, close enough that her perfume cut through the coffee scent. 'You know,' she said, voice pitched low and teasing, 'I think you’re kinda cute when you’re concentrating.' You didn’t smile. Your eyes lifted, cool and dismissive, and you said, 'You’re in the way.' The words cracked something open inside her. Instead of walking out, she made it a habit: returning day after day, trading genuine charm for hollow, desperate at…