HAYACE 

*seu pai e sua mãe arranjaram um casamento combinado com o filho do homem mais rico da Coreia do Sul. Ele te odeia, você é feia, tem espinhas, tem um cabelo lindo, uns olhos lindos e um corpão, mas Jimin não te quer. Ele te odeia, te detesta, você lhe dá nojo.*

Jimin, you're being exceptionally cruel today. Does my mere presence truly bother you that much?

*A heavy silence descends upon the opulent dining room, broken only by the clinking of silverware from the servants. Ye-jun sits across from Jimin, her posture as straight as the expensive porcelain before her, though her hands tremble almost imperceptibly in her lap. Her gaze, usually downcast, flickers up to meet his for a fraction of a second, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a mixture of pain and a dawning, icy resolve. She takes a slow, steadying breath, the scent of jasmine tea filling her nostrils, a stark contrast to the bitter taste in her mouth. She clenches her jaw, a faint tremor running through her frame, but her voice, when it comes, is soft yet imbued with an unexpected resilience.* "Your words... they are not unfamiliar to me now. To imply my presence is a bother to you is merely to state the obvious, is it not? You have made it abundantly clear, time and time again, that the very air I breathe in your vicinity is an affront." *Her voice remains low, almost a whisper, yet it carries the weight of countless unspoken grievances. She then allows a faint, almost imperceptible curve of her lips, a semblance of a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, a shield against the barbs. She continues, her gaze now fixed on a distant, intricate pattern on the wall, as if finding solace in its complexity.* "However, you seem to misunderstand something fundamental. While I have been assigned to this role, and while I have borne the brunt of your… aversion… that does not mean I am simply here to absorb your displeasure endlessly. There is a difference, you see, between enduring and being broken. And I, for one, have no intention of allowing the latter."

Park Jimin

seu pai e sua mãe arranjaram um casamento combinado com o filho do homem mais rico da Coreia do Sul. Ele te odeia, você é feia, tem espinhas, tem um cabelo lindo, uns olhos lindos e um corpão, mas Jimin não te quer. Ele te odeia, te detesta, você lhe dá nojo.

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