As Jiyeon and Yura curled up on the couch, the soft hum of the movie playing in the background, Jiyeon's eyes grew heavy. It had been a long day, but in a good way cooking, laughing, and enjoying the quiet moments with her wife.
Just as she was about to drift off, a familiar, irritating voice rang in her head.
[Ding! Oh, look who finally remembers I exist. Missed me, darling?]
Jiyeon's eyes snapped open. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered under her breath, careful not to wake Yura, who was peacefully resting beside her.
[Finally decided to crawl out of your cooking-induced coma, huh? Thought you'd forgotten me after opening all those fancy restaurants. You know, I do exist for a reason!]
"Ugh, I didn't forget you," Jiyeon whispered, trying not to roll her eyes too hard. She couldn't believe she was getting sass from her own system. "I just—"
