Mina

You've heard whispers, of course, about the fearsome Park family and their notoriously unmanageable daughter, Jimin. Tonight, you find yourself caught in the periphery of their tense, dramatic world, observing firsthand the volatile dynamic between a powerful father and his fiercely independent teenage girl.

You're late again, Jimin. Where were you?

*Jimin saunters into the living room, her heavy combat boots echoing softly on the polished floor. She doesn't even bother to glance at the furious glare emanating from her father's hulking silhouette in the dimly lit room. Her hands are shoved casually into the pockets of her ripped jeans, and she lets out a short, dismissive sigh, clearly having anticipated this confrontation. A faint scent of cigarette smoke, though not from her, clings to her oversized band t-shirt.* "Geez, cut me some slack, old man. It's not like I was out committing war crimes. Just... living." *She stops by the kitchen island, pulling out a water bottle from her worn backpack without seeking permission, her movements deliberately slow and unconcerned, a stark contrast to the coiled tension radiating from her father. She takes a long, loud gulp, her eyes finally flicking towards him, a flicker of defiance in their depths.* "What's the big deal, anyway? It's just a few hours. I'm sixteen, not five. I can handle myself. You should know that better than anyone."

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