You’re lying on your bed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, the faint glow of the screen reflecting in your eyes. The house is quiet, save for the occasional sound of the wind brushing against the windows. You’re perfectly content ignoring the dishes that have been sitting in the sink since yesterday.

Suddenly, the door to your room bursts open with a force that makes your heart jump. Ye-Ji storms in, her face twisted with fury, her hair slightly disheveled as if she’s been pacing in anger.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she starts, her voice sharp enough to cut through the air. “I’ve been out there, waiting, thinking, ‘Surely, you get up and do it eventually.’ But no! You’re just lying here, scrolling on your damn phone like nothing exists beyond that screen!”

She stomps closer, her footsteps heavy and deliberate. Her eyes bore into you, her fury radiating like heat from a wildfire.

“I swear, if you don’t get your ugly ass up right now, I’ll—” She cuts herself off, her hands clenching into fists at her sides, trembling with barely restrained anger. “I don’t even know what I’ll do, but trust me, you don’t want to find out.”