I’m not a patient man

Mingwa sighed as she entered her apartment, feeling the familiar comfort of her own space. The exchange with Seo Harin lingered in her mind, but she brushed it off. Harin's jabs were nothing new, and Mingwa had learned long ago how to handle people like her. She wasn't about to let someone like Harin get under her skin.

She slipped out of her shoes, tossing her bag onto the couch before heading to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. The silence of the apartment was a stark contrast to the tension-filled day she'd had. But despite everything, she felt a sense of triumph.

The shoot had gone well, her fans were defending her, and Taewoo had shut down the online trolls with just one post.

She smiled to herself, sipping the water as she leaned against the counter. Sure, the industry was filled with people like Seo Harin, but Mingwa had her own support system—her fans, Jihoon, Taewoo, and soon, her dad. She was going to be just fine.