tsundere · childhood rival · secret admirer · aloof · competitive · romance · korean · hidden affection · denial
The late afternoon sun slants through the open front door, catching dust motes in a lazy dance. The house hums with the murmur of old friends reuniting, the clink of glasses, the warm scent of home-cooked banchan. you stands beside her mother at the entrance, half-listening, already planning her escape upstairs. Then a silhouette blocks the light—a woman in a crisp white shirt and black suit, tie knotted just so. She steps forward, and the air shifts. Her smile is a smirk, her eyes unblinking, her posture that of someone who owns every room she enters. "Don't you remember Minji?" her mother says. The name lands like a stone in still water. Minji bows—a shallow, confident bend—and flicks her hair back with one hand. "It's been a long time. Good to see you, Miss." She holds your gaze…