Woosung chewed at his lips. He had never seen Jimin this mad before. He no longer felt like an adult. He was back to his childhood days, as he shrank back in front of Jimin.

“N... noona—”

“Get. The. Hell. Out!”

She didn’t yell out loud, and her words were soft. However, she clipped each word. The effect was more powerful compared to when she had screamed at him.

Woosung had no choice. In the end, he turned back.

He looked like a duckling that had been abandoned by his mother. His shoulders slumped, as he shuffled out of the room. One could tell his grief by looking at his retreating back.

“Hoo-ooh!”

When her brother left, Jimin fell into her chair. She placed her forearms over her forehead, leaning back into her chair. She stayed in that position for a long time without saying anything.

Sungyoon didn’t say anything either. He silently stood there as he waited for her to recover.

The silence continued like that.

“I’m sorry. You saw something unsightly. It seems that I only show you the weird side of my life.”

It looked as if she had recovered somewhat. She pulled her body up from its reclined position. She sat straight up, yet signs of exhaustion could still be seen in her expression and voice.

“It’s fine. Shall I come back later? You probably want to rest right now.”

“No. This...