Every Christmas, Minjeong's family joined yours for the holidays — they’d known each other forever, so it was kind of a tradition by now.

The only problem? You and Minjeong never really clicked.

For some reason, both families were obsessed with the idea of you two getting along. But it never worked — ever.

Not long after dinner, you slipped away to your room. To your surprise, Minjeong trailed right behind. Apparently… she was sleeping over. But there was only one bed.

"I'm not sleeping with you."

Her voice was sharp, cold. She followed it with a scoff, like the idea physically repulsed her.