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Assistant: Title: JIGSAW WINRINA
        Author: SoniaDeon22 SoniaDeon22 
        Chapter: 12/53 
        Summary: Karina, K-pop's brightest star, avoids the spotlight outside of performing. Minjeong, the CEO's spoiled daughter, is fresh from boarding school and desperate to prove she can become a top influencer.Chaos ensues when Minjeong offers to manage Karina's social media to win her father's approval. Karina wants no part of it, but Minjeong is determined to succeed.Can two opposites fit together to create something whole in a world of fame, rebellion, and fractured dreams?
        Contents: Chapter 12: DOOR
    

    


  

  
  
    
    Yu JiminThe second Minjeong walked back into the room, she beelined straight for me with that soft, starry-eyed look she always had whenever she saw me. Before I could even say a word, she collapsed onto the couch and threw herself onto my lap, clinging to me like a koala."Minjeong—" I started, but she cut me off, squeezing me tighter."I'm tired," she mumbled into my shoulder.I blinked. "Tired already?""It's been a very long day," she whined, dramatically burying her face in my neck. "You don't understand how long it was."I couldn't help but laugh, wrapping an arm around her. "That's cute."Minjeong lifted her head, pouting at me. "You're cute."I rolled my eyes but felt my cheeks heat up. "Yeah, yeah. What was that about with Irene?"Minjeong grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Business."I raised an eyebrow. "That's not an answer."She tapped my nose playfully. "My dad asked me to teach them how to do the dance trends on Tik Tok and I told Irene I would send it to them tonight but I forgot."I sighed, but before I could push further, she cupped my face with both hands and squished my cheeks together. "Why are you so beautiful?" she cooed."Oh shut up—" I mumbled through squished lips."No, no, let me have my moment." She giggled, pressing a flurry of quick kisses all over my face. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on."I groaned but couldn't stop smiling. "You're obsessed."Minjeong beamed. "Absolutely."I sighed, and let her pull me back into another cuddle....Ning YizhuoI found Giselle in one of the smaller practice rooms, stretching with her usual grace, eyes focused on the mirror in front of her. She looked up when I walked in, flashing me a quick smile. "What's up, Ning? Need something?"I leaned against the doorway, crossing my arms. "Hey, I know you're busy with Jimin for her comeback and all, but I was wondering if you could come and show some of the trainees a few simple warm-ups and stuff."Giselle straightened up, tilting her head. "Actually, since Jimin's comeback is postponed, I'm wide open."I blinked. "Wait... Jimin's comeback is postponed?"Giselle nodded, grabbing her water bottle and taking a quick sip."So she actually agreed to give it up?" I asked, still trying to process it. "That's crazy."Giselle snorted. "No, she didn't do it willingly." She gave me a pointed look. "Apparently, she failed the psych evaluation."I nearly dropped my phone. "Jimin? Failed?" I scoffed. "No way. She never fails those. Like, ever."Giselle shrugged, clearly as baffled as I was. "I don't know, that's just what I heard. Everyone's talking about it."I frowned, my mind racing. Jimin failing a psych evaluation? That didn't add up. She was one of the most level-headed people I knew when it came to work. Sure, she could be... intense, but failing an evaluation? That wasn't just weird—it was impossible."Something's not right," I muttered, mostly to myself.Giselle gave me a curious look. "You think?"I nodded slowly, trying to piece it together. "Yeah... Jimin doesn't just fail things. Ever."I stood there, staring at Giselle, my mind racing a mile a minute. Jimin failing a psych evaluation? No way. That girl could probably teach a class on how to ace them blindfolded.Something wasn't right.I chewed on my lip for a second, thinking. Then, a thought hit me—if Jimin's comeback is postponed..."Wait..." I said slowly, narrowing my eyes. "Who's replacing her comeback?"Giselle didn't even hesitate. "Red Velvet."I felt my entire body tense up, my hands clenching into fists. Red Velvet? That was too much of a coincidence.Irene.Minjeong.I stared at the ground, my mind putting the pieces together in real time. Disappointed was an understatement.I exhaled sharply through my nose, anger bubbling up inside me. She would rather sabotage Jimin's entire career than just admit she's the secret songwriter.I couldn't believe it. Actually, scratch that—I could believe it. This was Minjeong we were talking about. Her whole life revolved around being spoiled and getting her way, and somehow, instead of just telling the truth, she decided to—what? Ruin her career?My jaw clenched. "Unbelievable."Giselle blinked at me. "Uh... what?"I shook my head quickly, forcing a smile. "Nothing, just... I didn't think Red Velvet would take the spot so fast."Giselle shrugged, oblivious to the mini crisis happening in my brain. "Yeah, well, they're always ready. Jimin's been working too hard anyway. Maybe it's for the best."I let out a dry laugh. "Yeah... for the best."But deep down, I knew the truth. And I was going to make sure Minjeong knew that I knew....The next day, I didn't even bother knocking when I found Minjeong alone in her tiny office—the one she always hid in whenever things got too real. I barged in, slamming the door shut behind me, my heart pounding with frustration.Minjeong barely looked up from her laptop, her fingers lazily scrolling through something, like I wasn't about to explode right in front of her. "Morning to you too, Ning."I slammed my hands on her desk. "Cut the act, Minjeong. What the hell did you do?"Her eyes flicked up to mine, completely calm, completely composed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. "Seriously? Jimin's comeback is postponed, and guess what? Red Velvet's suddenly takes her spot. You want to tell me how that magically happened?"Minjeong leaned back in her chair, tilting her head like she was bored. "You think I had something to do with that?"I narrowed my eyes. "I know you did."She sighed, rubbing her temples. "Ning, you're overreacting.""Overreacting?" I scoffed, pacing in front of her desk. "You sabotaged my best friend's career because you're too scared to tell her you're the secret songwriter she's been looking for. Do you have any idea how messed up that is?"Minjeong's lips curled into a small, humourless smile. "It's not sabotage. It's... delaying things. She'll be fine."I slammed my hands down again. "Fine?! Minjeong, this comeback was everything to her! And you're sitting here acting like it's no big deal?"She finally stood up, and for a second, I thought she might actually feel guilty—until she crossed her arms and stared me down. "What do you want me to do, Ning? Walk up to her and say, 'Hey, Jimin, by the way, I've been lying to you for years, and all those songs you hate so much? Yeah, I wrote them. It's not even about Jimin finding out okay?'" She shook her head, laughing bitterly.I stared at her, my chest tightening with frustration. "You don't know how it will go."Minjeong's voice softened, but her eyes stayed hard. "I do."I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. "You'd rather ruin her career than just trust her?"She hesitated, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of doubt in her eyes. "It's not about trust. It's about... keeping things the way they are."I narrowed my eyes at her. "You're selfish."Minjeong didn't even flinch. "I know."I clenched my fists, feeling the anger bubble up inside me again. "I should tell her."Her head snapped up, eyes flashing with something sharp and dangerous. "You won't."I took a step closer, meeting her gaze head-on. "Try me."Minjeong smirked, but I could tell she was nervous. "If you do, I'll make sure Jimin never forgives you for meddling."I laughed bitterly. "Meddling? I'm trying to fix what you messed up."Minjeong sighed, rubbing her temples again like I was exhausting her. "You think telling her will magically solve everything? That she won't feel betrayed? Humiliated? You're not helping her, Ning. You're just making yourself feel better."I bit my lip, my resolve wavering for a split second. But I shook my head. "You don't get to decide what's best for her."She looked down, her voice quieter now. "You don't get to decide that either."I stared at her for a long moment, the tension thick between us. Then I sighed, backing off slightly. "Fix this, Minjeong. Before I do."She didn't respond,  she just stared at her desk, lost in thought.I turned and walked out, but before I closed the door, I heard her mutter under her breath."I can't."And somehow, that made me even angrier....Yu JiminI walked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind me—only to hear a loud thud followed by a startled yelp. My eyes widened as I turned to see a trainee clutching her forehead, looking utterly dazed."Oh my god!" I gasped, rushing over to her. "You're the same trainee I tripped yesterday!"She blinked up at me, still holding her head, and I instinctively reached out, cradling her face gently. "Oh no, you might have a concussion." I was already panicking, scanning her expression for any signs of distress. "Can you see straight? Do you feel dizzy? Should I take you to the infirmary?"To my surprise, she just laughed softly and waved me off. "I'm fine."I frowned. "No, no, concussions are serious." I gently pressed on her temples, my worry escalating. "You might—"She chuckled again and sat down on one of the benches, giving me a reassuring smile. "Here, let me show you." She raised her fingers and started ticking things off like it was second nature. "First, no loss of consciousness, right?"I shook my head slowly. "Uh... right?"She smiled. "Good. No nausea, dizziness, or vision changes?"I hesitated. "I—uh—do you feel any of those things?""Nope." She grinned. "Also, no ringing in the ears or confusion."I stared at her, amazed. "Wow. You really know a lot about this."She shrugged, brushing off my concern with an easy smile. "What can I say? I guess I picked up a few things."I nodded, still holding onto her shoulders just in case. "Do you get concussions often or something?"She laughed, shaking her head. "No, my dad... he's a doctor. He's drilled all this stuff into my head since I was a kid."I smiled, relieved she wasn't seriously hurt, but something about the way she said it stuck with me. "Your dad's a doctor, huh?"She nodded, standing up and stretching a little. "Yup. He's super overprotective too. If he knew I was hit in the head twice in two days, he'd probably fly over and drag me home."I laughed nervously. "Yeah... let's, uh, not tell him then."She grinned. "Deal."I sighed in relief, finally letting go of her shoulders. "Seriously, I'm so sorry about the door. I wasn't thinking."She smiled, rubbing the spot where she got hit. "It's okay. I think I'll survive."I chuckled awkwardly, then tilted my head. "Hey, what's your name, by the way?"She paused at the door, turning back to me with a small smile. "Hana."I nodded, filing it away in my mind. "Okay, cool. See you around, Hana.""See you, unnie," she said with a little wave before stepping out and disappearing down the hall.I stood there for a moment, exhaling slowly. "Unnie?..." I mumbled to myself before shaking off the weird feeling in my chest and splashing some water on my face....I  walked back to the practice room where Minjeong was waiting. She leaned against the mirrors, arms crossed, watching me with that little smirk of hers."Took you long enough," she teased.I rolled my eyes and handed her the phone. "Relax, I nailed it."Minjeong took the phone, her eyes scanning the screen, and then—out of nowhere—she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. "Thank you."I blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Thank you?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Where did you get manners from?"She shrugged, tapping away on her phone like it was no big deal. "I've always had them. You just bring them out of me."I huffed a laugh, nudging her side. "I must be a miracle worker, then."Minjeong grinned, slipping her arm around my waist briefly before letting go. "You have no idea."I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't hide the tiny smile tugging at my lips. "You're so annoying."She shot me a wink and fake bowed.As we were finishing up our little back-and-forth, the door to the practice room opened. Mr. Kim stepped inside, his eyes landing on me first, before flicking to Minjeong, who was still grinning like she owned the world."Jimin," he said, his voice smooth and calm as always. "Your social media presence has been really good lately."I blinked in surprise. "Really? I didn't even know it was that noticeable."He smiled slightly, his gaze moving to Minjeong. "I have to say, I underestimated you."Minjeong's smile widened, clearly pleased by the compliment, but she still played it cool. "What can I say? I know what works for her." She tapped her phone and leaned back against the mirrors, giving Mr. Kim a playful glance. "It's all in the details."Mr. Kim nodded, clearly impressed. "It seems like it. You've really helped boost her presence. It's... impressive."Minjeong's expression softened slightly at the praise, but she kept her cool. "Thanks, Dad. I do my best."I watched them for a moment, feeling a little warmth in my chest. There was something about seeing Minjeong get recognized for all the work she put into supporting me, even in the smallest ways.I gave Minjeong a side glance, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "Well, I guess it's not just me working hard."Minjeong just raised an eyebrow, looking completely smug. "Told you I had skills."I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "You really do. Guess I'll have to keep you around."She smirked. "Oh, I plan on sticking around for a while."Just as the room settled into a comfortable silence, the door flung open and Ning barged in, her eyes wide with panic. Before anyone could react, she blurted out, "Minjeong is Winter!"The words hung in the air like a thunderclap, and for a moment, everything went still. Mr. Kim's expression shifted from casual to one of utter shock."You're Winter?" he asked, his voice low, clearly stunned.Minjeong, who had been leaning casually against the mirrors, stiffened at the sound of her alias being revealed. She quickly composed herself, but there was a brief moment of hesitation before she tried to deny it."What? No, that's—" Minjeong started, her usual confidence faltering just slightly.Ning, oblivious to the gravity of what she had just said, scratched the back of her neck nervously. "I... I didn't know Mr. Kim was here. I swear, I didn't mean to—"Minjeong shot her a sharp look, her face turning a little pale from the sudden reveal. But then she sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly, as if she knew it was no use hiding it anymore. She glanced at Mr. Kim, her expression unreadable."Why would you do this, Ning?" Minjeong said quietly, her voice still steady despite the tension in the room. "Yes, I'm Winter. But... it's complicated."Mr. Kim blinked a couple of times, clearly processing the new information. After a moment, he simply shook his head, muttering under his breath, "This... can't be true."I could barely process the surprise myself, my mind spinning with the revelation. Minjeong, my Minjeong, had been Winter this whole time?Ning looked between us, wide-eyed. "I seriously didn't know Mr. Kim was in here..."Mr. Kim stood there for a moment, taking in the sudden weight of the situation. His gaze slowly shifted from Minjeong to me, his expression flickering with disbelief. Then, without looking away from her, he spoke, his voice quiet but piercing."But Winter's songs... they're about a girl who has been hiding who she is. Hiding something deep inside her. About her sexuality."My heart skipped a beat as I processed what he was implying. I looked from Mr. Kim to Minjeong, who was now visibly shrinking under his gaze.She opened her mouth as if to explain, but the words got stuck in her throat. Her hands fidgeted nervously, and for the first time, she seemed genuinely unsure of herself. I felt my stomach tighten, a wave of guilt washing over me. Was she really hiding something so personal? Was this why she kept Winter a secret?Minjeong glanced at me, her face a mix of anxiety and determination, but there was no denying the truth anymore. And then she turned her attention back to her father, the one person whose opinion she valued above all else."Dad, I—" she started, her voice faltering.Mr. Kim's eyes darkened as he took a step closer to her. "Minjeong..." He took a deep breath and his voice cracked slightly as he finally asked, "Do you like... girls?"The room went still. The weight of his words hung in the air like a suffocating fog, and my heart ached for Minjeong. She was caught—trapped in a moment that had been a long time coming. Her eyes widened, and for a split second, I could see the raw vulnerability in them.Minjeong stood frozen, her breath coming in short gasps as her dad's question echoed in her ears. Her lips parted, but no sound came out, her entire body trembling. I couldn't help but feel that gut-wrenching knot in my own chest as I waited for her answer.She glanced at me, then back at her father, and then it happened: her eyes welled up, though she fought to keep it together. But the tears didn't fall. She just stood there, caught between the person she was and the expectations of the world.And then the silence came again, suffocating, as Mr. Kim waited for her response.'
User: The yu hana girl from chapter 12 how old is she
User: The yu hana girl from chapter 12 how old is she
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