Warning: Inappropriate language

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“So...” The cocky-sounding approach that escaped the younger’s mouth while placing her red bag as bloody red as the color of her lips by the café’s couch had her raising her eyebrows. Her aura came out strong, as if she’s ready to fry anyone as of the moment. “Back to being that cold, fierce and feisty-looking from college?”

“Shut up.” Yuna got her hands laying by the table, her fidgeting fingers were making a kind of nuisance that starts to annoy her younger sister. “What’s so wrong about dyeing my hair into this shade of red again, Hwang Eunbi?”

“I thought you’re up to something like.. um.. how do you say this? Trying to get more recognizable for that certain guy you had one night stand with? Will that do, Yuna?” That came out a bit unexpected—scratch that—really unexpected, honestly.

She just gave her a smirk, her red lips oddly adding a layer on her annoying look.

“Don’t ever mention that certain guy again and anything that has happened six years ago or you’ll find yourself out of the house with all your stuffs, got it?” Yuna was obviously a bit annoyed, her blood slowly rising up to its boiling point. There’s really nothing that can get away with SinB’s sinful mouth, not even the person she’s talking to, and not even the current situation. “And where’s the cute little sweetie SinBaby who calls me unnie?”

“Those adjectives make me sick. SinBaby my .” SinB managed to avoid Yuna’s fingers that are about to pinch her soft cheek, whispering the last words to herself.

She then pouted and shrugged, unable to put up the pieces of why her unnie was annoyed. It was already the past and it already happened, yes, but it’s unavoidable. And what could be another reason why she had her hair dyed into that same hue six years ago?

She just misses it?

That’s quite unacceptable.

“Would you please wipe off that red lipstick? It’s annoying.” Yuna gave her a pack of wet tissue. The younger, who obviously failed with the strong facade she’s trying to pull off, just willingly obliged. She also knows that it doesn’t suit her, and she’s completely aware that she looks like a stupid kid who made fun of her momma’s lipstick.

“The truth is... I’ve been too preoccupied lately.” SinB had her brows furrowed with her sudden outburst as she replaced the red hue with a more innocent shade of baby pink. “Just to inform you ‘cause I can sense that you’re not planning to ask for the reason I called you for a coffee.”

“I thought you’re just gonna show me that you’re back to being an egg topped with a slice of raw beef.” She winced in pain after that statement. It was what she used to call her unnie back in college, and she still got the audacity to say the same thing six years after amidst knowing that she gets her leg bruised from being kicked everytime she does it.

“So, what’s the catch? What’s getting you ‘too preoccupied’ as if you’re not already preoccupied with what you’re dealing with?” The younger placed her chin by her palm as she leaned forward, placing her elbows at the table to question the woman in front of her. The real thing is she can already sense that there’ll be a problem. I mean, it’s really rare for a busy woman to call her younger sister for ‘a cup of coffee’, isn’t it?

SinB leaned back and grabbed the hot cup that entices her with its strong aroma to take a nice sip. It was not long since she drank the same kind, but it’s the first since the new year came that she had it with her older sister.

“I need to find that certain guy.” She almost spit out everything she sipped with Yuna’s sudden statement. It hasn’t been five minutes since she threatened the younger to kick her out of the house if she ever mentions that guy again, and here she is initiating the same topic and not just that: she wants to find the mysterious guy who casually asked her to dance at a bar one night then ended up waking up in the morning without any piece of clothing left.

Is she on drugs?

“W-what?! I mean, why?” SinB had her questioning look while placing the hot cup of coffee back to its place. “Wanna get laid again?”

“Stupid.” The forming chuckle turned into a gulp when she saw Yuna’s death glares. She’s brave and savage, everyone knows it, but she’s afraid of her sister’s death glares—no, let’s rephrase it—she’s afraid of what her sister can do after sending those deadly daggers.

She remembers when Yuna froze all her bank accounts and left her with not even a single penny when she tried pranking her at their building’s parking lot saying that her Lamborghini was stolen.

“Okay. Relax, Yuna.” It was hard to supress a laugh seeing Yuna looking so done, hence, SinB bursted out laughing at the quiet café. The older, on the other hand, felt embarrassed and all with all the stares they received with the little scene that the younger made.

Though she finds her death glares scary, SinB can’t deny that she enjoys seeing her being pissed off. Considering that a lot of time has passed already since the day Yuna left her penniless, she now has nothing to worry about with her own money she makes.

“Call me unnie, Hwang.” The older finally grabbed her own cup, gently placing it by her lips to take a good sip.

“You were the one who gets furious and yells at me to never call you unnie when Dad brought me home back in 6th grade, whining about my existence and all. And now you’re the one insisting. And besides, we’re just 11 months apart. Not that much, eh?” SinB pouted. “And you were too mean, locking my room for me to sleep on the cold floor, ignoring me at school, smashing the piano’s cover right on my pretty fingers. I can still hear you shouting ‘Don’t you ever call me unnie!’, you know that?”

Well. Here she goes again.

“You sure like bringing things back, don’t you? For what? To make me guilty?” Yuna crossed her arms by her chest, giving SinB her famous poker