I was lying on the couch, watching some old black and white movies, when Yoona suddenly comes in and says, “Im Yoojung home on a Friday night? Wow, this is uncanny.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

Yoona crossed her arms. “What’s the catch, Yoojung?”

I sighed. “I’m just not up for partying and anymore, okay?”

“So finally you realized how pointless all that stuff is.” Then she laughed. “Maybe that Taekwoon thing did you some good after all.”

“He is a loser.”

“My point is,” Yoona said, “it’s nice to see you so, I don’t know, tame lately. You’re hanging out with Chanyeol again, staying home more. I feel like you’re returning back to who you were pre-divorce. I like it.”

“I’m a , remember? The rebel. You’re the angel and I’m the devil,” I replied.

Yoona shrugged. “Who says you can’t be both good and bad? Most people are. You can be fierce but delicate at the same time.”

Hm. Yoona had a point. And to be honest, I was feeling a bit more relaxed lately by not putting on my tough front so much.

“This isn’t because of a boy, is it?”

“Huh?” I exclaimed. “What? No.”

“Are you sure?” Yoona asked, peering down at me. “It’s quite believable.”

Right then, the doorbell rang. Thank goodness. My pizza was here.

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