“Hyung, over here.”

Jayeon waved her hand over her head. The man wearing a baggy t-shirt and jeans with holes in it walked over with loose steps before sitting on the chair in front of her.

“You should wear some proper clothes. People might think you’re a beggar.”

“Normal people think this is fashion, not me being a beggar. Also, how long are you going to call me hyung?”

“Then do you want me to call you oppa?”

“I’m about to throw up what I just ate, so let’s just go with senior.”

“Hell no. Senior is used for people I can learn from, so I can’t call just anyone senior. Just take hyung. I mean, doesn’t it sound good, hyung?”

“If you ever date a man later, call him oppa. Otherwise, he might dread you.”

“Life is supposed to be lived alone. Hyung, don’t you know that gold miss^[1] is the trend these days? Relying on men to live is no fun.”

“So you’re going to live alone your entire life?”

“I might change my mind if someone says he’ll do the household chores, but… nah. I won’t be able to work if I get a kid. Also, I don’t have any confidence to raise kids. I still wonder how my mom raised me all this time.”

“That’s true. Your mother should be on the level of Mother Teresa if you consider how she raised Yoo Jayeon into a person. Had it been me, I would have given up a long time ago.”

“I think so too. That’s why I don’t plan on getting married....