Y/n POV

My alarm rang, and I groggily opened my eyes, checking the time. It was 4:00 am, the hour when the world still slept. I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled to the restroom, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

The chill of the early morning sent shivers down my spine as I put on my gym outfit, dreading the cold even more.

Then, without warning, the door burst open, and I jumped back in shock.

Y/n: "How many times do I have to tell you not to burst into my room?"

A playful smirk danced on her face, but there was a hint of irritation in my voice. It was a familiar routine, yet I couldn't help but wonder why it never seemed to end.

???: "Ah, it's become a habit. So, you're going to the gym.

"Y/n: "Do I look like I'm going to a funeral, you stupid person?"

My words were sharp, a reflection of my morning mood. I might have been a workout freak, but that didn't mean I had to look miserable about it.

???: "So much savageness. Such a workout freak.

"Y/n: "What did you say?"

My curiosity piqued as I stared at the intruder, but their hesitation told me they might have crossed a line.

???: "N-nothing.

"Y/n: "Yeah, you better say nothing."

With a smirk, I turned away, heading out of the room and down the hallway toward the gym. The encounter had jolted me awake, and I was eager to start my day.

After a strenuous workout...

I returned home at 9:00 am, my muscles aching but my spirits lifted. As I entered my room, there she was – the lazy author – sprawled out on my bed, fast asleep.

Frustration bubbled within me, and without a second thought, I delivered a playful headshot to her forehead.

A/n: "How many times have I told you not to wake me up like that?"

Y/n: "And how many times do I have to say not to sleep in my bed?"

Our banter was a dance we'd perfected over time, one that concealed the underlying affection between us.

A/n: "I was so tired."

Y/n: "What did you do to get tired?"

A/n: "Nothing, you know, how hard it is to do nothing."

Y/n: "Get out."

A/n: "Nah."

Despite the bickering, there was a bond that ran deep. We understood each other's quirks and habits better than anyone else.

A/n said, sinking further into the bed.

I sighed in exasperation and sent her rolling onto the floor with a swift kick.

A/n: "Ahhhhh..."

Y/n: "Get out."

A/n: "I will go, don't be an ass."

As she left, I finally had some peace and quiet to prepare for my day, beginning with a long-awaited shower.

I descended the stairs to find my mom already sitting at the breakfast table.

Mrs. Park: "Come on, Yn, let's eat."

Our morning ritual continued, and I couldn't help but appreciate the warmth of our family moments.

After breakfast...

Mrs. Park: "We will go to Hyun Bin's house for dinner at 6:00 pm; get ready."

Yn: "Okay."

As I retreated to my room and glanced at the clock – 11:30 am – I decided to squeeze in a short nap. But my tranquility was short-lived.

A/n: "Get your ass up."

Y/n: "Get out; I woke up."

I washed my face and dressed for the evening.And so, I joined my mom downstairs, where she was ready for the upcoming dinner.

Y/n: "Now I know why Mr. Kim fell for you."

Mrs. Park: "Shut up." (Blushing)

A hint of embarrassment colored her cheeks, but it was heartwarming to see my mother so happy.

We stepped into the car...

At Kim's mansion...

Dad's news had sent shockwaves through our family. The prospect of him having a girlfriend, and potentially a step-sister for me, was unsettling.

Lisa: "She will be ugly and weak.

"JK: "Yeah, Lisa is right."

But when the door swung open, and an elegant woman entered, we were all taken aback. Her beauty was undeniable, with her flowing brunette hair and striking blue eyes.

Mr. Kim: "Where is Yn, honey."

Mrs. Park: "She's talking with someone on the phone."

Yn: "I'm here." (Said with a cold voice.)

The atmosphere grew tense as we waited for her arrival. The moment she stepped into the room, it was as if time stood still, and the air crackled with unresolved emotions.

Y/n POV

A phone call interrupted the evening's awkward silence. I excused myself and answered the call.

Y/n: "Hello, how are you?." (hint of a Sweet voice)

???: "I am fine, wifey. How are you?

"Y/n: "I am fine. I am here to see my step-family, so I'll call you later.

"???: "Bye.

"Y/n: "Bye."

As I rejoined the group, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. My secret relationship was a fragile one, a complex web of emotions and hidden truths that I wasn't ready to unravel.

I came into the mansion but saw someone unexpected – Pikachu unnie.

Kim's POV
Jisoo untied herself and hugged her without hesitation, calling her Pikachu Unnie.

Y/n: "How are you, Pikachu unnie?"

Jisoo: "I am Jisoo. I am okay."

She answered and stepped back from Yn.

Y/n: "WWH oppa."

We all turned around, curious about who she was talking to, and there stood Jin, his eyes glistening with restrained tears. Without a second thought, Yn rushed towards him, embracing him tightly, leaving us wondering about their relationship.

Y/n: "I missed you, oppa."

Jin: "Me too, cupcake."

The use of such an affectionate nickname caught us all by surprise, and a tinge of jealousy lingered in the air as we watched their reunion.

Yn also made a phone call, referring to someone as "broad shoulder." We couldn't quite make out who it was. There was someone missing – Bangchan. He seemed shocked, leaving us puzzled as to what he was thinking as Yn hugged him. We exchanged bewildered glances, silently asking, "Who is this girl?"

Mrs. Park: "You know them."

Y/n: "Yeah, we all studied in medical university in NYC."

Mr. Kim: "You introduce yourself; we will be at the dinner table."

After Dad left with the lady, JK decided to provoke Yn, but he didn't anticipate the response he received.

JK: "You are a slut like your mother."

Y/n's eyes flared with anger, her entire demeanor shifting. With a surge of power, she effortlessly lifted JK, not just by one hand, but by his collar, displaying her undeniable strength.

Y/n: "You can talk trash about me, but don't you dare call my mother a slut."

As she held JK aloft, the room fell silent. Everyone was shocked because JK was known as the strongest among them in the gang. Fear flashed in his eyes as Yn gently set him down and reached into her bag.

Yn: "Put this on; the mark will be gone in 2 minutes."

JK stammered an uncertain response, stunned by the unexpected show of strength.

As the door opened, a maid entered and announced that dinner was ready for both sir and ma'am.

Yn: "Okay."

Yn and her companions left for the dinner table, followed by BTS, Blackpink, Stray Kids, and Mamamoo.

Mrs. Park : "Did you all introduce yourselves?"

Y/n: "No."

Mr. Kim :"Then now is the right time"

The dinner continued, but tensions simmered beneath the surface.

My return had triggered something unexpected in the dynamics between my step-siblings and my childhood friends.

After dessert, Mr. Kim addressed the group.

Mr. Kim: "Thank you all for joining us tonight. It's been quite an eventful evening.

Y/n, I'm glad you're back with us."

Y/n nodded, trying to hide the emotions swirling within her. Her return had brought about unexpected changes in her family dynamics.

Mrs. Park: "We should do this more often, now that we're all together again."

The idea of regular family gatherings seemed to make everyone uncomfortable, but they agreed, knowing it was necessary to maintain appearances.As everyone departed, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that her return had set in motion a series of events that would change their lives forever.

Mr. Kim: "How is the food?"

Y/n hesitated briefly, her honesty conflicting with social courtesy.

Y/n: "Should I say the truth or not?"

Mr. Kim, with a curious smile, encouraged her to be candid.

Mr. Kim: "Truth."

Y/n took a deep breath and didn't hold back.

Y/n: "It isn't that good."

Suga, intrigued by her critique, couldn't help but ask.

Suga: "Why?"

Y/n continued, her culinary expertise shining through.

Y/n: "The steak should be cooked over a medium flame, but it's not. The eggs should be fried for only 3 minutes, but they're overcooked. And for this curry, butter should have been used, but it's not."

Suga chuckled and teased her.

Suga: "Don't act like a chef."

However, Mrs. Park interjected with surprising news.

Mrs. Park: "No, Suga, she is the best chef in Korea from 2014 to 2022."

The revelation shocked everyone, including Y/n herself. Her talents in the kitchen were clearly renowned, but she hadn't expected such a public acknowledgment.

Mr. Kim: "I am proud of you, Yn."

Y/n: "Thanks, Mr. Kim."

Just as the dinner table settled into a contemplative silence, a phone rang, shattering the moment.

To be continued

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So this chapter is kinda big so what do you think the phone call is can you guess , and if you don't like the pictures you can image your own so that is all thanks for reading 🙂🙂🙂