It was only after cozying up and sweet-talking my way out of my sisters' embraces that they finally let me go.

Being the youngest is tough. So much to do, so little time.

Back in my room, I collapsed on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, only to be greeted by a flash of light as Yong-yong appeared mid-air.

“Kyuu!”

She dove into my arms, and I hugged her, petting her as she reminded me of my “promise.”

“What promise?”

“Kyuuung!”

She reminded me that I’d promised her tteokbokki. I retorted that she should be grateful for the …