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I didn’t mean to summon anyone. Especially not her.

The spell was simple—something to warm the house during the storm. One flick of the wrist, a few whispered words, and BAM—

A candy-colored explosion of snowflakes, giggles, and flying glitter lit up my living room like a chaotic confetti bomb.

And then she appeared.

Midair.

Upside down.

Wearing an oversized hoodie that said "Chaos First, Questions Later" and a halo made of actual floating marshmallows.

“Hi hi~” she beamed, blinking with mischief. “Did you mean to summon me or was this another oopsy?”

I blinked. “...What the hell are you?”

“I’m Eunchae!” she chirped, landing with a dramatic spin and zero grace. “Sprite of mischief, master of sparkles, breaker of fate and occasionally furniture.”

She immediately tripped over my rug, face-planted, and laughed from the floor.

I stared. “I summoned that?”

“Rude.” She pouted, sitting up. “I’m delightful. Also—nice spellwork, by the way. A little messy, but hey, it brought me here, sooo I’ll allow it.”

“I didn’t mean to bring anyone here!”

“Well… tough! I’m staying.” She clapped her hands. A tiny puff of purple fog escaped. My bookshelf levitated, spun once, and slammed back into the wall. Slightly crooked.

“Eunchae—” I started.

“Oopsy~ Did I break fate again?” she sang, unbothered.

From that moment on, my life was over. Or… maybe it had just begun.

Over the next few days, Eunchae turned my home into a glitter-filled chaos temple. She made potions out of hot cocoa. Reanimated my alarm clock (it barked now). Tied little scarves around the houseplants and named them after K-dramas.

And the worst part?

I started liking it.

A lot.

One night, snow fell thick and soft outside. I found her curled up on the couch, holding one of the scarves she knitted for my cactus named "Mr. Chaotic Luv." Her mischief was momentarily muted, her eyes focused on the fireplace, warm light dancing across her cheek.

“Hey,” I said gently. “Why did you really stay?”

She didn’t look at me, just played with the threads between her fingers.

“Because…” she mumbled, “You didn’t send me away.”

Silence.

Then she peeked up at me, grin slowly returning.

“Also because you make the best ramen. And your hair does this cute floofy thing when you're mad.”