✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮'Cause I'd have all the money in the world
If I was a wealthy girl✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮
in which a girl finds herself trapped in a deadly game, all because she couldn't resist the charm of a hot salesman.
kang daeho / ahn m...
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'Miyoung's Reign of Terror'
The lights went off, signaling the official start of bedtime. Or at least, it was supposed to be.
But since Gihun had spent the last ten minutes panicking about a potential nighttime massacre (despite there being no indication of such an event), everyone was now lying in bed very much awake and contemplating their life choices.
Miyoung dramatically flopped onto her bed, which—through no strategic planning of her own—happened to be right next to Daeho's. There was a comfortable silence between them, but it was far from normal.
Daeho was pretending to look at the ceiling, but Miyoung could feel his gaze lingering. She smiled to herself, noticing his discomfort.
"You know," she said casually, breaking the silence, "you keep staring at me like I'm about to vanish into thin air."
Daeho's eyes shot to her in an instant. "What? I wasn't staring!" he stammered, his face turning a shade of pink.
Miyoung smirked. "You sure? Because your ears are turning red."
Daeho, caught, immediately reached up to touch his ear, then froze when he realized what he had just done.
Miyoung grinned victoriously.
Daeho groaned. "Go to sleep, Miyoung."
"Hamster."
"What?"
Miyoung pouted. "You're so mean. You didn't even say goodnight to me."
Daeho sighed. "Goodnight, Miyoung."
She gasped. "That's it?! No 'sweet dreams'? No 'rest well, my dearest Miyoung'?"
Daeho rubbed his temples. "My dearest Miyoung, please go to sleep."
Miyoung pouted. "But you forgot something."
Daeho sighed. "What?"
"My goodnight kiss."
Daeho choked on air.
His eyes shot open. "EXCUSE ME?"
Miyoung batted her eyelashes. "Well, I didn't get one, did I?"
Daeho turned bright red. "THAT'S BECAUSE—WHY WOULD I—"
Miyoung gasped, fake hurt. "You don't want to kiss me?!"
Daeho nearly threw himself off the bed. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I—"
Miyoung sighed dramatically, turning away. "It's okay. I understand. Maybe you're just not that type of boyfriend—"
