Ye jun
Si-woo finally looked at me, eyes flat as ice. "What do you want, Ye-jun? A medal for showing up to dinner?"
I stared back, heart hammering. "Nah. Just wondering why you're acting like I don't exist after you spent all night reminding me how much….. Or was that just talk?"
Dad sighed heavy. "Not now. Work talk, family later."
I bit the inside of my cheek till it bled, nodded fake sweet. "Sure. Wouldn't want to ruin the genius moment." Dinner dragged on forever, them geeking out over fabrics and deadlines, me pushing food around my plate, every laugh they shared feeling like a slap. When mom started clearing I stood up fast. "I'm out. Enjoy your victory lap."
Si-woo didn't say shit. Didn't even watch me leave.
