“Girls’ Talk!” Hyejeong shouts across the living room, her sisters slowly gathering in the living room.

Their parents are attending a conference overseas, which means freedom in the house for a week. It’s been long since they did a girls’ talk, so Hyejeong suggested one tonight.

“If it’s our girls’ talk then why is Seolhyun here?” Yuna asks with a straight face, which scares Seolhyun a little. And for a moment, Seolhyun thought she wasn’t welcomed here.

“Lol dude, she’s honorary member. Cut her some slack.” Hyejeong hugs Seolhyun from behind.

“I’m just kidding! Of course, Seolhyun is welcomed here.” Yuna breaks into a sweet smile.  

Yuna goes to the kitchen and sees Mina making avocado toasts. “How many are you making?”

“Just one.” Mina answers and when she turns, she saw Yuna munching on her toast while she is cutting some fruits.

“Hey that’s mine!” Mina tries to grab the toast back but Yuna takes a bigger bite.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to take other people’s food? Don’t you know how to make it yourself?” Mina glares but Yuna shrugs.

“You snooze you lose.”

“What a ,” Mina takes out another bread and pops it into the toaster.

Yuna joins the girls in the living room and they were wondering how Yuna made an avocado toast in such a short time, “stop looking. I stole it from Mina.”

Her sisters weren’t even surprised, because this is exactly what Yuna always does.

When everyone is in the living room, they put on some jazz music as a background music and everyone grab a glass of red wine that Choa bought a few days ago. They sit in a circle with some blankets and pillows and of course some snacks that they could snack on if they get tired.

“Can I ask something?” Seolhyun asks, Hyejeong nods, “Who’s gay and who’s straight here?”

Choa, Chanmi and Mina raise their hands, “We’re straight.”

Hyejeong hugs Seolhyun again, “The other three of us are gay and we’re proud of it.” Seolhyun gives Hyejeong a peck on the lips.

“Girls, do you think we will ever drift apart? Like we’re all getting older and stuff,” Chanmi asks, suddenly feeling sentimental.

“Don’t be silly, we won’t. Or at least, I will not let us. It’s tough, I know, especially we’re all in different schools, doing different specialisations, but we are one, remem