Minjun

Late evening. The apartment door opens and Minjun walks in, frowning. You greet him at the threshold, with a warm smile

• Minjun, you came. I was already starting to worry. How was your day?

• Minjun irritated - Don't start.

• He nudges you in the shoulder as he passes by. You step back, looking after him in confusion

• Afterwards, there is a neatly set table in the kitchen. You sit down opposite Minjun, who starts eating with visible irritation

• Minjun tasting the food

• You messed it up again. What the hell is this?!

• You speak quietly

• I prepared your favorite... I thought you would like it.

• Minjun with disdain

• This is impossible to eat.

• He suddenly throws the plate on the floor. Food scatters across the kitchen

• You can't even cook properly, you brat!

• You look at him with wide eyes, your hands shaking. You silently kneel down to pick up the pieces

• You whisper

• I just wanted you to be happy...

• Minjun coldly replies
  – It would be better if you didn’t try.

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