Just Twilight Novel Chapter 14

With her chin raised, Junyoung pretended to be elegant as she sipped from a glass of juice. The woman, who had been silently observing her, finally spoke.

“What does your father do? He must be so proud to have such a smart daughter.”

For the briefest mont, Junyoung froze, but it was enough to lose her grip on the glass. It fell from her hand, orange juice spilling across her clothes as she jumped to her feet.

“Junyoung, are you okay? Could soone bring sothing to clean this up?” Seungwoon exclaid, quickly rising as well.

“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry. My hand just slipped. I apologize,” Junyoung stamred, bowing her head toward the woman.

The woman smiled faintly, her expression unreadable. She dabbed at her mouth with a napkin before standing.

“You’re soaked. You should change into sothing dry. Kim, fetch her so suitable clothes.”

“It’s really fine, I can—”

“I insist. I can’t stand to see you uncomfortable,” the woman said firmly.

As Kim approached, Junyoung let out a quiet sigh, avoiding Seungwoon’s reassuring gaze.

How could I not have seen this coming?

It was such an obvious question, yet she hadn’t prepared for it. Even though she’d never been invited to a friend’s house before, she should have known better. Asking about parents and ho life was the most basic courtesy when hosting soone.

No one had ever asked her about her father before. Not even in this small town. Not even she had dared to ask her mother about him.

What am I supposed to say?

“This way, please. It won’t take long,” Kim said, leading her down a hallway lined with frad paintings. Junyoung was directed to a room on the left, and once Kim left, she sank into a chair with a sigh.

The room wasn’t small, and it had a terrace overlooking the sloping landscape. Sumr was just beginning, but the view was dull, as clouds obscured the sky. The leaves of nearby trees swayed weakly in the breeze.

Why is sothing so aningless to others such a vulnerable topic for ?

Clenching her fists, Junyoung bit her lip. She didn’t want to be looked down upon—not by that woman, and certainly not by Seungwoon.

The door clicked open, and Junyoung quickly stood. Her eyes widened as the woman entered, holding a neatly folded set of clothes.

“I thought of sothing that might suit you and decided to bring it myself. Here, try these on. They should be comfortable.”

“Thank you,” Junyoung murmured, taking the clothes.

She hesitated as she began unbuttoning her blouse, realizing the woman wasn’t leaving. Instead, she walked toward the terrace, her back to Junyoung.

Just change quickly. The sooner, the better.

“I think I made a mistake earlier,” the woman said casually. “I didn’t sleep well last night, so my mind was a bit foggy.”

Frowning slightly, Junyoung continued unbuttoning her blouse, unsure what the woman ant.

“Your father isn’t around, is he? And…”

Junyoung froze, her wet blouse halfway off.

“…your mother doesn’t seem to be in her right mind.”

The woman turned slowly, her eyes eting Junyoung’s. Standing there in just her bra, Junyoung felt paralyzed. The woman’s soft smile sent a chill through her.

“How admirable.”

Junyoung had never seen a smile so perfectly designed to humiliate. Her shoulders began to tremble as the woman took a step closer.

“I like kids like you. Children who rise above a miserable ho life are small, but there’s sothing respectable about them. Supporting kids like you is one of my life’s joys. So might call it a wealthy person’s social responsibility, but I prefer to think of it as…”

The woman was now standing directly in front of Junyoung, her gaze coldly fixed on her exposed shoulders.

“…a privilege.”

Junyoung’s mind swirled in confusion. She couldn’t even process the words. She stood there, dazed, as the woman continued.

“Why don’t you try on the clothes?”

Finally realizing her state of undress, Junyoung flushed and hurriedly pulled on the shirt the woman had brought. Her trembling hands fumbled with the buttons as she tried to steady herself. No matter what, she didn’t want to appear flustered.

But as the woman’s self-satisfied smile deepened, Junyoung knew sothing was wrong. She looked down at the shirt she had put on, and her face hardened.

It was identical to the uniforms worn by the staff outside.

“It suits you. You should wear it,” the woman said with a kind smile that felt heavy with disdain.

Junyoung’s fists clenched so tightly that her nails bit into her palms. The woman’s benevolent expression weighed on her like a boulder.

“Say it,” Junyoung said, her voice trembling but resolute.

“Say whatever you really invited

here to say.”

The faintest flicker of surprise crossed the woman’s face before she smiled wider and crossed her arms. Her voice was monotone as she asked:

“Are you interested in my son?”

“No,” Junyoung replied bluntly.

“Then why is it that your na keeps reaching my ears?”

The woman’s elegant eyes curved as if she were smiling, but her gaze was icy and unyielding. Junyoung didn’t look away as she answered.

“Because your son is interested in .”

The woman’s lips curled into a bitter smile, her brow furrowing slightly.

“My son has a kind heart. He’s the type to cover a stray dog in the rain with a newspaper. But soone with a shred of sense should be able to tell whether it’s just kindness or sothing more, don’t you think?”

So now I’m at the level of a stray dog? How charmingly she puts it.

“Exactly,” Junyoung replied, her tone sharp.

Junyoung’s clenched fists trembled with tension, but her words flowed without hesitation.

“Is that why you invited

here? Because you couldn’t tell the difference?”

For a mont, the smile vanished from the woman’s elegant face. Her eyes flared with a spark of anger, and her hand lashed out through the air.

Junyoung instinctively raised her arms to shield her head.

Enough ti passed for her to have been slapped, but instead of a sting, there was only silence. When she cautiously peeked through her arms, she saw the woman plucking a stray thread from Junyoung’s shoulder with a faint, bitter smile.

“You’ve got spirit, I’ll give you that. But you really need to learn to control that mouth of yours.”

The frost in her tone had thawed slightly, and Junyoung blinked in confusion. The woman stepped back and continued.

“If you want to reach greater heights, that is.”

Junyoung’s stiff shoulders ached from the tension. She furrowed her brows as she watched the woman turn and take a few graceful steps away.

“If you need money, I’ll give it to you. If you need clothes, I’ll provide them. If you need a house, I’ll make it happen. If you beco a scholarship student under our foundation, you’ll experience a world beyond comparison to your current one. But of course…”

The woman tilted her head slightly, her voice clear and deliberate.

“…you must always rember the fundantal difference between you and Seungwoon.”

Junyoung understood the underlying ssage clearly.

The woman’s words weren’t just a warning—they were a barrier, ensuring that Junyoung would never cross a certain line with Seungwoon.

There was a tempting carrot, yes, but it was dangled behind an invisible wall. The promise of soaring to great heights was hollow, for the wings offered would always be clipped. It was nothing more than the illusion of freedom in a gilded cage.

Yet, if that carrot was desperately needed, how could she refuse?

What kind of life would be more humiliating?

Junyoung’s thoughts churned as the humiliation radiated from her like a suffocating fog. Gritting her teeth, she tightened her fists until her nails dug into her palms.

“Your na, please.”

“…What?”

The woman arched a brow, surprised. Junyoung raised her head and spoke firmly.

“I don’t want to rember you as just ‘Seungwoon’s mother’ or ‘that woman.’”

The woman’s narrowed eyes glinted as her lips curled into a slow smile. From the terrace, the sound of rain pouring down filled the room.

***

It’s raining.

Beomjin lifted his head from where he lay sprawled on the bed. The rhythmic patter of rain against the roof reached his ears.

For so reason, he hadn’t eaten anything all day. The rain only made him feel heavier, like his body was sinking into the bed.

He chuckled, rembering how Junyoung once scolded him for flopping onto the bed carelessly. “What if the whole thing collapses?” she had said, her voice full of irritation.

…I wonder if she’s eating properly.

Last night, wandering aimlessly in the dark, he’d passed by Seungwoon’s house. Even in the dim light, the imposing structure stood out, its blue roof gleaming faintly.

At dawn, the first rays of sunlight illuminated the left side of the roof, gradually revealing the house. Through the second-floor window, partially visible behind an uncovered curtain, he caught a glimpse of the interior. From what little he could see, it was clear the inside was as extravagant as the outside.

Shaking off the dew clinging to his jacket, Beomjin had returned to his hideout. He’d thought he would fall asleep the mont his head hit the pillow, but his mind was too sharp.

Even now, he lay on the bed, wide awake, his thoughts buzzing like an overworked machine.

Clicking his tongue in frustration, he jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs. For so reason, running down them reminded him of Junyoung’s voice, chattering away behind him.

Too many thoughts. Maybe I should work out.

He threw off his shirt and began doing push-ups, the steady rhythm grounding him.

Your mom’s beautiful, he imagined himself saying to Junyoung.

Of course, she’d probably hit him with that fiery temper of hers.

She hits people often. Should I teach her how to knock soone out in one blow? Though it’s not foolproof…

His thoughts wandered aimlessly as beads of sweat rolled down his face, eventually dripping off his chin. Despite the heat building in his body, he didn’t stop.

But no matter how much he pushed himself, his thoughts kept circling back. With a sigh, he stood, realizing this wasn’t working.

It’s raining pretty hard. Maybe I’ll go for a run and cool off.

Reaching for the discarded shirt, he was startled when the door burst open.

“…Yoon Junyoung.”