Chapter 6 Yuna Pov :
A new day, a new life, a new me.
From today on… I am Yuna.
I arrived at work ridiculously early. For once, not because I was lost, panicking, or running away from my past.
No. Today I had a mission.
"I need to finish these documents," I muttered, sitting at my desk. "Yes, I used to be a spoiled brat, but from now on… I will EAT this work alive."
I glanced at the clock.
6:00 AM.
My shift starts at 8:00 AM.
Perfect.
I rolled up my sleeves, powered on the PC, and stared at the mountain of files. Half were digital, half were printed. Yuna had never organized anything properly — half her documents were named things like "finalfinalREALfinal.pdf" or "urgent-ish maybe?". One folder was literally called "idk lol".
Great. Thanks, Yuna.
Still, I worked.
Typed. Sorted. Corrected.
Signed. Stamped. Reformatted.
Hours passed, and finally—
I stretched my arms above my head.
"Finally… the last document. I'm so tired…"
I checked the time.
7:50 AM.
"Ten minutes," I whispered. "Just… ten minutes of sleep."
I placed my head on the stack of documents like a pathetic office koala and knocked out instantly.
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A few minutes later, a strange noise dragged me out of my sleep.
Click.
Click.
…Camera sounds?
I felt eyes on me.
I opened my eyes slowly — and the first thing I saw was Hana holding her phone, tears of laughter streaming down her face.
Hana: "D-Did you hear her snoring?!"
Coworker 1: "She's so weird…"
Coworker 2: "Did she come here to sleep? Is she homeless?"
I pushed myself up, half-asleep. "I… I came early to work—"
Before I could finish, Hana shoved me — once, twice — until I fell to the floor.
Forget everything I said about her being gorgeous.
She was an evil mean girl wrapped in a pretty face.
She stepped closer, smirked, and tucked her long brown hair behind her ear like she was in a drama.
"Yes, Yuna. Look at me from down there. It's your natural position anyway."
The group burst into laughter.
Was she the CEO? No.
And even if she was, I literally talked back to him already.
If I kicked her, would it be considered violence?
As a man — yes, absolutely.
As a woman… well, women shouldn't fight either.
But just this once… I was tempted.
My eyes fell on her bag — a "Luvabant" designer bag. Except… something about it screamed FAKE.
And then I got an idea.
I stood up slowly, anger burning in my chest, and walked toward her with the calmest smile.
"Your Luvabant bag is fake."
The entire room froze.
Hana's face went pale. "What… what did you just say?"
"I said it's fake. Fake, fake, fake." I tilted my head. "Or maybe you bought it with a sugar daddy? Did an old grandpa buy it for you, Hana? That's the only way I can imagine you affording it."
She looked like she stopped breathing.
The coworkers stared at me like I had lost my mind.
Hana walked right up to me. "It's real. I would NEVER sell my body for money. And YOU—how would you even know the difference? You're poor."
I smiled wider, grabbed her bag, and lifted it.
She shrieked, "What are you doing?!"
"You can check online," I said calmly. "Real ones have a tag inside. So let's see, shall we?"
I opened the bag while she lunged at me.
I dodged her easily.
And tada — of course, no tag.
I held it up like a trophy.
"Look! Your princess bought a fake!"
"YUNA!" Hana screamed and swung her hand to slap me.
But she forgot one thing.
I may look like Yuna… but I am Minjae.
I caught her wrist, twisted it gently but firmly, and said sharply:
"Don't start with me again, Hana."
Her mouth dropped open.
So did everyone else's.
But then—
I turned around…
And met eyes with Park Jaehun.
He had seen everything.
Every. Single. Thing.
I felt my stomach drop.
Great. I tried to act perfect today, and of course something had to happen.