Yura smirked. "Right. I'm sure they've been having a lovely time without you breathing down their necks."
Jiyeon raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure they have. But let's be honest—they need a little fear in their lives to keep them sharp."
Yura laughed. "I don't know how they survive working for you."
"They survive because they're good at what they do," Jiyeon said, tossing the towel onto the counter. "But if they slip up… well, you've seen what happens."
"Oh, I've seen it," Yura said, leaning back against the counter with a sly grin. "You've got them trained like soldiers. One wrong move, and it's over for them."
"That's how it has to be," Jiyeon said with a smirk. "No one messes with my kitchen."
"Except me, of course," Yura added, her grin widening.
Jiyeon rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but I let you get away with it. Barely."
Yura moved closer, pressing a quick kiss to Jiyeon's cheek. "That's because you love me too much."
