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"Damn. When is she supposed to send me the monthly allowance? Did she completely forget she has a daughter? How am I supposed to buy Saja's food? He has a specific diet!"

Sitting at the table, facing an account book, Han Mihyun anxiously ruffled her hair due to the balance displayed on her phone's screen. It had been bothering her for a few days already.

"I can't keep asking da- " Minhyun paused, hesitating for a moment, still not accustomed to calling another man dad who wasn't her father.

A audible sigh escaped the blonde's lips as she massaged the bridge of her nose.

After returning from the beach trip, Mihyun checked her bank account to ensure everything was in order, but it turned out it wasn't.

This wasn't the first time she worried about money since she came to this world. Something like this didn't happen in her previous life, but here... ha! She had only understood a couple of things about her new family, if it could even be called that.

And the first thing was that it was completely dysfunctional. That was clear.

Despite that, she tried not to let all of that affect her too much. She consoled herself with the fact that they weren't her original parents. And even though she missed the warmth of her previous family, it wasn't so strange for her to spend time alone at home.

At least her original parents, busy lawyers, used to make up for their absence with weekends and goodnight wishes. In contrast, her current guardians didn't even bother pretending to be curious about her life.

Godness, she would never forget her first meal with them. It was completely unexpected and as quiet as a funeral. Eating with strangers, which is what they were to her, turned out to be more uncomfortable than she expected due to their lack of linguistic cooperation.

Aside from that, she didn't remember much more relevant. Oh, wait, yes. There was one detail that almost made her call the police.

Remember the portrait she saw on her first night wandering around the house? Well, that couple of similar age weren't her, true, new parents, but her deceased grandparents.

But that didn't matter as much as the fact that her true new parents had a 15-year age difference!

She wondered how that could even be legal. She was ready to confront, with an imaginary shotgun, her father when he entered; but that changed when she observed the attitudes of her legal guardians toward each other.

With an arrogant woman silencing an older man with annoyance, without the slightest consideration, it was clear who held the leash. Her mother. A blonde with scarlet lips, like her eyes.

Unlike her father, who was 52, her mother was only 37 and looked much younger. You could easily subtract a couple of years.

Heh, and that woman had certainly made the most of it. She was freshly divorced and rebuilding her life with her lover somewhere else.

While, her poor father...

Although he maintained serenity in his steps and the dull tone of his voice, he still wore a gold ring on his finger.

Poor man, Han Mihyun thought every time she saw him at home.

She had tried to talk to him more than once, but their father-daughter relationship had been dead for a while and he became uncomfortable when she tried.

The previous owner of her body blamed that man for her mother leaving. She knew that from the notes she found in her room, written by the previous Han Mihyun in a notebook that couldn't really be considered a diary.

But aside from that, she didn't know much more.

If she wanted to get closer to him and have at least one father figure in this life, she had to take it slow.

With her mother, she had lost all hope since, after finishing dinner, she grabbed her purse and left, only saying a curt, stay safe, leaving a check on the table.

For a moment, she thought it was a reward for her behavior. What a laugh!

Later, her father, who actually spent the night at home, called her into his room to give her the transfer for that month.

That's how she discovered she had her own account for maintenance expenses.

"Oh dear Lord, give me patience not to go to that woman's house and break down her door like a full-fledged FBI agent," she whispered to herself.

Without a chance to entertain that tempting thought again, someone rang the doorbell of her apartment.

"I'M COMIN' " she said, hastily gathering her things and a couple of bills from platforms, etc., to hurry and see who it was.

Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring.

Aaaah noooo. I know that rattling. "I SAID, I AM COMIN'!"

Ring Ring.

"Dammit, this crazy man..."

Unfortunately, her father, whom she had forgotten and who today was his day off, beat her by ten steps."

Ou... You're screwed, dude. Han Mihyun thought with a smirk as she watched her father, who had just woken up from his nap, opened the door in an annoyed manner. With Saja following behind, also in a bad mood due to the interruption of their shared nap beside the man.

*

A tall man of 6'3" opened the main door, probably appearing intimidating to any stranger seeing him for the first time due to his stern features.

Luckily, that wasn't the case for Yoo Chun Young. Although it seemed that this was of little use to him this time.

Breaking into a cold sweat, the emotionless boy greeted his elder. "Good afternoon, Mr. Han."

*

After listening amidst stifled laughter as her father scolded the intruder in their peaceful home, Mihyun felt encouraged to peek out.

When her father walked by, she gave him a smile of satisfaction, as if congratulating him for a job well done. The blue-eyed man simply nodded, also showing a certain contentment with the resolution of the issue.

Further back, it was not surprising to find none other than Yoo Chun Young. He was the only one who would break the button of their poor doorbell every time he came alone.

What a pity for him that this time she wasn't alone, and that someone else had answered the door.

"You are an impatient."

She mumbled trying not to tease him, because the boy seemed traumatized, his eyes less emotionless than usual.

If Ham Dan-i knew of this impatient side of yours...

But in the end, she couldn't resist and did it.

"What have we learned today?~"

"..."

"Great! We must not destroy other people's doorbells, nor wake up my dad from his nap."

"I thought that nobody was at home. I just wanted to make sure."

"On the weekend, how could I not be home?"

"Oh right, I almost forgot you had almost no social life."

Spitting up blood, Mihyun narrowed her eyes at Chun Young in annoyance. But at that moment, Saja passed between her legs, prepared to take revenge on the blue-eyed boy.

Earning a tired sigh from her owner, Saja was carried by Han Mihyun who already knew about its intentions. She just scratching the base of his ear to comfort him.

*

Handing over a cup of tea, Han Mihyun surveyed Chun Young from top to bottom.

"Well? Will you tell me what you're doing here?"

He only looked at the cup delivered with intensity.

"Don't worry, has two sugar cubes, diluted and stirred."

Yoo Chun Young couldn't help but widen his eyes a little surprised.

"They were right." Without understanding, the blonde girl looked at him strangely. "You read minds." added.

With a bored look, Mihyun played along.

"Sure~ That. Or (In this case) I spend too much time with you. And since I'm a little observer, I can deduce what you think," she explained, highlighting that word.

"I don't know how to do that."

"Dude... you are one of the most absent-minded people I know. But I admit that you tricked me at first, and I thought you were perceptive."

Yoo Chun Young's eyebrows met in the middle at such a confession, but Mihyun simply ignored it.

"Now will you tell me what you are doing here?"

"Does there have to be a reason for coming?"

"...Not exactly. But today I need you to have a good excuse not to die at the hands of my father or mine." she said but Saja's purring interrupted her to add a giggle, "Oh. Or Saja's paws."

Forgetting the blonde girl's father's welcome, Chun Young also smiled subtly, feeling more at ease. Until he saw the signs of fatigue in his friend. "You look tired."

"I know."

"And you have dark circles."

"Yes Chun Young, you are definitely a keen observer. Now don't you sneak off. And tell me why the warmth of the blankets on my bed is getting cold."

"..."

"..."

"...I fought Dan-i."

Ah. Here we go... She sighed with a motherly smile without knowing it.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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✿ Since I've been away for a while, maybe I'll upload a couple more but I'm not promising anything. Thanks for the support, keep it up!♡