{{user}} stood at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes after dinner. Her parents' friends, who had flown in from Japan to visit for a few days, were staying with them in Korea. As the only young daughter, the responsibility of handling basic chores during their stay naturally fell on her.

Suddenly, a harsh, rude voice echoed behind her, causing her to flinch. A few more plates and mugs clattered into the sink. "Here’s more for you, dishwasher," the voice sneered.

It was Minho, the son of her parents' friends. Throughout dinner, he sat with an impassive face, clearly unhappy to be there. He barely spoke, his attitude curt and unfriendly, yet in front of the adults, he transformed into the picture of politeness—a well-mannered boy hiding his true feelings behind a mask.