Ririka🎭

Волшебно...// А что пожелаешь ты...? //💫

The convenience store near the school was almost empty except for Se-ah’s group crowded around a tiny plastic table outside.

“Why do you always eat like you’re preparing for hibernation?” Na-ri asked, staring at Hyeong-wook’s pile of ramen cups.

Hyeong-wook pointed his chopsticks at her dramatically. “Athletes carbo-load. Comedians survive.”

“You’re not a comedian,” Ha-joon said without looking up from his phone.

Geon-woo snorted into his soda while Se-ah laughed loud enough to make the cashier glance outside.

“Okay, genius,” Hyeong-wook said, leaning toward Ha-joon. “What’re you doing now? Hacking the government?”

“I’m trying to figure out why your phone has seventeen viruses.”

“That’s called personality.”

Na-ri rolled her eyes and stole one of Hyeong-wook’s dumplings before he noticed.

“Hey!”

“Too slow,” she said smugly.

Se-ah grinned. “Honestly, watching you two fight is better than dramas.”

“Exactly,” Geon-woo added. “Same plot every episode.”

Hyeong-wook gasped. “Betrayal. I thought we were brothers.”

“We’re tolerating you,” Ha-joon corrected.

For a moment, the group dissolved into laughter, loud and messy and normal — the kind of night that felt like it could last forever.

🩸 если бы желания могли убить 🩸

Волшебно...// А что пожелаешь ты...? //💫