Haeun grabbed a pillow and swung it at her. "Shut up!"
Yuna blocked it, giggling. "You like him! Admit it! You like Seo Minho!"
"I don't—" Haeun started, but the words died in her throat.
Did she like him? Of course not.
"Oh my god, you do." Yuna's voice softened. "Unni, you actually like him."
"I don't know," Haeun whispered. "I don't know what I feel. It's all so confusing. He's infuriating and arrogant and privileged and—"
"And gentle with you when you're Hana. And vulnerable. And apparently saves you from assholes in cafeterias." Yuna took her hand. "It's okay to like him, you know. Even if it's complicated."
"But what about Dasom? They might be engaged. And his whole world is so different from mine. He's a chaebol heir, Yuna. His father probably wants him to marry someone from another rich family, not a broke culinary arts student who works as a waitress."
