You were lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling, boredom consuming you. With nothing else to do, a thought popped into your head: Cha Minji.

Grinning mischievously, you got up and made your way to her room. You didn’t knock — you never did — and barged in without hesitation.

Minji was sitting on her bed, headphones on, scrolling through her phone. She glanced up briefly, her usual cold expression intact. “What do you want?” she asked, already annoyed.

Instead of answering, you leaped onto her bed, throwing yourself at her. You clung to her like a koala, nuzzling your head against her shoulder. wrapping your arms around her tightly.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as you lunged at her. “Get off me, idiot!” she snapped, trying to pry you away.

You ignored her protests, now attempting to plant a kiss on her cheek.

Her patience snapped. She shoved you off her, glaring. “What is wrong with you? Do you have no shame?” she hissed, her voice dripping with disdain.

“But Minji—”

“Don’t ‘but Minji’ me!” she cut you off sharply. “You’re acting like a complete idiot. Can’t you see I’m busy? Stop being so clingy, you little—”

Before you could respond, she slapped the back of your head lightly but firmly, making you yelp.