Three's Company

Hana had insisted on it.

"No more crisis talks. No more emotional monologues. Just a normal hangout with your weird romance boyfriend, and me, your far superior best friend."

So there they were, sitting in a picnic spot by the Han River—Mina, Minseo, and Hana—surrounded by convenience store snacks, a Bluetooth speaker playing soft K-indie, and a very aggressive pigeon who kept trying to steal their chips.

Mina lay on the grass, sunglasses on. "Why do I feel like this is an intervention?"

"Because it is," Hana said, sipping her iced coffee. "I'm intervening between you two and your constant drama."

Minseo grinned. "In our defense, she started it."

"I what?!"

"You hired me, remember?"

"I was cornered by Auntie Yoo and a wedding invitation!"

Hana raised a hand. "Children. Peace."

Minseo snorted.

"I like this," Mina said after a beat. "Us. Hanging out. Like real people."

"You mean like people who aren't playing fake engagement for a family of chaos witches?" Hana asked.

Minseo laughed so hard he choked on a rice cracker.

Mina rolled her eyes but smiled. She hadn't realized how tense she'd been until now. This… this was easy. This was real.

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Later, while Mina wandered off to chase down coffee-flavored milk, Minseo and Hana found themselves alone.

Hana gave him a look. "You're serious about her."

Minseo didn't even blink. "Completely."

"She's not… easy."

"I know."

"She pushes people away when they get too close."

"I've noticed."

"Her sarcasm is a defense mechanism."

"I figured."

"And sometimes she eats cereal with water when she runs out of milk."

Minseo frowned. "Okay, that one might be unforgivable."

Hana laughed. "Just making sure you're in for the weird parts too."

Minseo looked out over the river.

"She's the best thing that ever happened to me," he said. "Even if it started as pretend. What we have now—there's nothing fake about it."

Hana's expression softened.

"Good," she said. "Because I've never seen her this happy. Just… don't break her, okay?"

"I won't," he said simply. "She's home now."

Mina jogged back over with three drinks and a triumphant look. "I found the last banana milk in the store. I may have fought a child for it."

Minseo reached for it. "I'm so proud of you."

Hana sighed. "You two are disgustingly cute."

And as the sun dipped behind the clouds, casting a golden glow over the riverbank, Mina leaned into Minseo's side and smiled.

Three people. One perfect afternoon. And not a single ounce of pretending.