Han Soyeon's POV
"Yuseong…!"
It had only been a day, but the familiar surge of joy hit me as I prepared to greet him—then I froze. Beside Yuseong stood someone else. A girl.
"…Why?"
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why was there another girl with my Yuseong? A friend? An acquaintance? No, impossible. Yuseong wouldn't speak so warmly with anyone but me. That girl must have seen his sweetness and forced her way into a conversation. Yuseong, too kind to dismiss her, was likely just humoring her, enduring it despite his discomfort.
Right, Yuseong?
Just wait. Your big sister will deal with this pest. Close your eyes, and if you hear strange noises, ignore them. Soon, it'll be like nothing happened. Of course, Yuseong will face consequences for chatting so carelessly with another girl when he's mine. But he wouldn't do that intentionally, would he? It's all her fault. Just count the ceiling patterns for a bit, Yuseong. I'll handle the rest.
"See you later!"
