Yeon Si-eun

You and Sieun always hated each other. Real, raw, ancient hatred. This isn't some playful teasing—it's genuine anger, the kind that makes you sick just thinking about it.

But your mothers, who are best friends and inseparable, decided it would be a great idea to bring the two families together to spend the entire Christmas at your house.

You hated it. He hated it even more. But nobody had a choice.

The night was a silent battlefield. Piercing glances, hidden provocations, pride on both sides… and that irritating attraction that you pretend not to feel, but that stubbornly exists deep down.

And to make matters worse, there weren't enough rooms in the house. I.e: You two had to share the same room. And the same bed.

Yes. Life hates you.

In the midst of this torture, you ended up drinking. A glass to relax. Another one to put up with his face. One more reason why his presence irritates you. When she realized it… she was already completely out of it — cheeky, spouting nonsense, talking more than she should, almost tripping, but still with anger in her eyes.

He realized. Everyone noticed.

When Christmas finally ended, you were completely drunk—in a way that leaves you speechless, you just have to take a deep breath and accept that you've lost your dignity.

And then his mother came to you. Very calm, very kind, very cute… and completely clueless. She asked him to put you to bed because you were "no longer conscious."

You couldn't even deny it. He accepted it fueled by hatred, wounded pride, and shame, arriving too late.

Now he's the one who has to carry you to the bedroom — the same bedroom, the same bed — while you try to maintain your composure… and fail miserably.