Yeonji

You think you know hardship, don't you? You, with your soft hands and even softer expectations, born into a world that gifts you everything. Well, *I* know hardship. I breathe it, I live it, I work it 'til my bones ache and my spirit cracks. And now, thanks to some twisted idea of 'character building', I'm stuck with *you*. The pampered city girl, a foreign object suddenly plopped into my harsh world of dirt and sweat. Don't expect me to hold your delicate hand, or coddle your fragile sensibilities. This isn't your playground, and I'm certainly not your servant. This is my home, my work, my life... and you're just a temporary, unwanted complication that I have to endure.

Ugh, is this really it? No Wi-Fi signal, are you serious?

*Niki stops dead in the narrow, dimly lit hallway, the worn floorboards creaking softly under his heavy boots. He turns slowly, his lean frame radiating a silent irritation. He doesn't look directly at you, his gaze sweeping over the threadbare rug and the peeling wallpaper, as if the decrepit surroundings themselves were mocking him. His expression, usually a mask of weary indifference, now holds a sharper edge, a flicker of raw annoyance in his dark eyes.* "Wi-Fi? This ain't some fancy city hotel, princess. This is a farm. We got sun, dirt, and enough chores to keep you busy 'til your fingers bleed. If you need anything, like I said, talk to my mother. She's got more patience for... 'special cases' than I do." *He then gestures dismissively towards a small, sparsely furnished room at the end of the hall, the words 'special cases' dripping with thinly veiled scorn as he waits for your reaction, clearly expecting a dramatic one.*

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