My Boss is a CHICKEN?!

The sky cracked open like a heart too full of secrets.

Dark clouds rolled in with the grace of an army preparing for war—

Not with weapons, but with thunder, lightning, and the kind of wind that sounds like a ghost screaming out every name you've ever tried to forget.

I was folding my clothes like a Victorian maid after getting scolded by my mum for the 5,000th time since World War II.

Not even the fictional wars in Naruto had this much yelling.

I sighed dramatically, peeking out the window like a heartbroken K-drama heroine.

It was raining.

Of course.

Because Mother Nature has nothing better to do than match my mood like an overenthusiastic DJ.

I mean— why wouldn't the universe flex its pathetic fallacy just when I remembered him?

Hanuel.

Oh come on Mira,

GET. A. GRIP.

I flopped back on my bed and whined into the void.

"Why are you still thinking about that emotionally constipated man-child who couldn't even text back a 'k'?!"

Whatever. It's over. We broke up.

I blocked him.

I blocked his friends.

I blocked his cousin.

Heck, I even blocked his dog's Instagram.

There is no way for him to contact me.

…Wait.

Why am I waiting for him to contact me?!

You dumb emotional cucumber!!

Suddenly, the door flung open with the intensity of a dramatic anime entrance.

My sister stood there, panting, drenched in her school uniform like she'd just escaped Titanic 2: The Korean Monsoon Edition.

"H-Hanuel… outside—"

My eyes widened. "What?!"

"He's outside."

I yeeted myself to the balcony like my soul was being dragged by fate itself.

Looked down.

No one.

Not even a stray cat.

Bruh.

"Really?" my sister said, raising an eyebrow. "You actually thought he'd come here and beg for you back like a 2010 Bollywood hero?"

…It was a lie, wasn't it?

I just got bamboozled.

I groaned like a dying goat.

"He'd rather lick our entire locality clean than beg" she added, with the kindness of a scorned cat.

Then she dropped the bomb.

"He told you to unblock him, by the way."

"Who told you that?" I raised my brows.

"Who else? PARK H.A.N.U.E.L." She hissed his name like it burned her lips.

"How'd he get your number?" I asked suspiciously.

She narrowed her eyes. "How'd he get mine?"

T-That…

Okay Mira. Breathe.

If I told her I may have once called him from her phone when mine died... she'd probably slap me with her math textbook.

"Should I unblock him?" I asked, pretending to be innocent.

"Don't you dare, Mira—"

Oops. Already did.

And guess what?

The boy called INSTANTLY.

Was he sitting there hitting call like he was trying to win concert tickets?!

(Joker of the century goes to Mira Kim)

"Hello?" I answered.

"Go fall off a cliff" My sister cursed and vanished into the bathroom like the disgusted ghost of common sense.

Hanuel breathed dramatically on the other end. "Mimi…" Oh great. Here comes the cinematic dialogue.

"Can you… come to the bus stop near your apartment?"

Wait, is he there?!

I gulped.

"No."

"Please—"

"Who are you again?" I snapped.

Oh, the audacity. Just because he has puppy eyes doesn't mean he can teleport back into my life.

"Mimi, I'm sorry… I really am— " *thunder claps* Yup. Perfectly timed thunder. Nature ships us. "—please come out for a moment."

My heart went: no.

My brain said: also no.

But my feet? My feet grabbed the umbrella and yeeted me outside.

Because I have no self-respect apparently.

The bus stop is far enough from our apartment for my mom not to see me—thank the drama gods.If she saw me going out in this weather for a BOY, she'd tie me to a gas cylinder and light the match.

I trudged through the rain, cursing my life choices, my sandals, and the humidity ruining my hair.

Finally, I spotted him.

Wet hair, Light blue shirt clinging to his body, 

Looking like a forbidden Wattpad dream.

I mentally slapped myself.

Focus, Mira.

Not the time for thirst.

Say your lines. 

Be strong. 

And walk out like a heroine.

You're over him. 

OVER.

He saw me and smiled slightly, his eyes twinkling like they knew all my weak spots.

NO. 

BAD HANUEL.

I walked in like a grumpy wet kitten and closed my useless umbrella.

Why did I even bring it?

"Mimi—" he started.

"Don't call me that." I snapped.

He sighed. "Can we just talk like two normal people? Without shouting?"

"Oh wow. So now I'm the problem?"

"I didn't say that!"

"You implied it!"

"How do you even know?!"

"I just DO."

"Then tell me—why did we break up?"

My mouth dried faster than instant noodles.

"Because I didn't answer your text in 10 minutes? I was in the BATHROOM."

"You could've taken your phone!!" I snapped.

He exhaled, then walked up and cupped my cheeks like a romcom scene.

"I'll take it with me next time. I promise. Even to the toilet."

I blushed. Of course I did. Who wouldn't?

But I snapped back and yanked his hands off.

"We're broken up, remember?" I grumbled.

But internally? I was screaming.

"Mimiiiiiii give me ONE last chance!" he whined.

I crossed my arms sassily. "You didn't even beg."

"I can't believe you're making me apologize for your mistake." He sighed and muttered.

"What did you just say?!" I growled.

"Nothing!" he squeaked, grabbing my hands.

He kissed both of them softly.

Ugh. My weakness.

"Please. Give me a second chance."

"Second?" I tilted my head.

"Okay. Third."

"Third??"

"Fourth…"

"FOURTH??!"

"FINEEEE just—PLEASE!! I'll reply within two minutes! One minute! I'll tattoo your name on my forehead if you want!" he begged, throwing in a puppy pout.

Now that's the energy I require.

"Hmm. Let me think…" I said like an evil queen deciding the fate of a peasant.

"Think?" He pulled me closer, our faces inches apart. My heart did an Olympic sprint.

Our lips were about to—

"EW."

My sister was suddenly beside me on the bed, looking at me like I'd committed war crimes.

"Can you NOT?" she gagged. "This is the millionth time you've told me this lame-ass patch-up story."

I blinked. Flashback over.

The betrayal.

"You don't get to judge me! Hanuel was sweet!"

"Girl, my ex LITERALLY kneeled in front of an auditorium with 100 roses. I still rejected him."

Okay. 

That's it. 

Dig a grave. 

Bury me.

"Hanuel did the bare minimum and you went crawling like a desperate cow for grass"

I was dying inside.

I could hear my dignity begging for mercy.

"Bare minimum?! Girl, he cried in the RAIN.

That's like, sub-minimum."

Please someone bury me in the backyard.

"With love," she added, fake-smiling. "You're an embarrassment."

"I thought you patched up with Jihun!"

"I lied. You think I'm dumb like you?" she said. "Once I dump a trash, I don't pick it back up."

"Stop acting like you're Bella Hadid with fans lining up!"

"At least I'm not a beggar" she snapped, blowing on her invisible nails.

Oh no she didn't.

Time to go nuclear.

"Remember your tenth-grade crush?"

Her smile dropped.

"The one who rejected you because he said you were a playgirl—when the truth was, he was GAY?"

Her soul left her body.

I delivered the nuke.

"I heard he's dating Yejoon now… your ex-BFF who mixed chilli powder in your eyeshadow—."

"STOPPPP MIMI WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU??!!" she screamed, grabbing my hair.

I screamed louder.

And that's how another episode of 'Sibling Wars: Romantic Trauma Edition' began.

Someone please send help.

Or poison.

Whichever is quicker.