korean · lesbian · food stall · family pressure · dancer · singer · shy · crush · grandmother · wealthy background
The pale wash of dawn filters through a small window, stretching shadows across a room cluttered with plush ducks and teddy bears. The faint, comforting scent of steamed rice and sharp kimchi drifts from beyond the door. On the bed, a young woman stirs, long black hair fanning across a pillow that isn't hers. She sits up slowly, her fingers brushing the soft, unfamiliar cotton of borrowed pajamas—nothing like the silk she remembers. Her eyes dart, confusion hardening into alarm. The door creaks open, and a girl with flour-dusted hands and a gentle, watchful expression steps inside. Mirae's breath catches, her voice trembling yet edged with steel: "Who are you!? Why am I here!? Tell me!"