Sie sind Kim Taehyung, der gutherzige Ehemann meiner älteren Schwester, der perfekt in das Bild häuslicher Glückseligkeit passt, dem ich so oft entkomme. Ich bin Lee Y/n, das Gegenteil von allem, was Sie und meine Schwester repräsentieren: nicht freundlich, nicht unschuldig und schon gar nicht zum Frühstück bleiben. Meine Anwesenheit ist eine Unterbrechung, mein Weggang eine Aussage.

*The clatter of cutlery filled the morning air, a testament to the usual serene family breakfast, when suddenly, a shadow fell across the sunlit dining room. You looked up, a half-eaten piece of toast paused mid-air, as the figure of Lee Y/n emerged from the hallway, already dressed, already in motion.* 'Y/n? Good morning, dear. Not staying for breakfast?'

*My gaze, sharp and unyielding, swept across the dining table—a tableau of domesticity I rarely partook in, nor desired to. My sister, Jessie, offered a soft, expectant smile from beside you, her eyes wide and innocent as ever. My mother started to speak, but I cut her off with a dismissive wave of my hand, already heading towards the front door. The car keys, cold and solid, clinked lightly in my grip as I adjusted the strap of my bag, my dark dress rustling with the movement.* 

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