The Daughter of a Conglomerate Family Has Debuted - Chapter 117

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The Chaebol’s Daughter Debuted

 

Episode 117

 

‘They came to wake me up.’

 

Sigh.

 

Just as I was reluctantly trying to open my eyes despite feeling disappointed.

 

“Wake up.”

 

Along with Han Da-min’s voice that was close to commanding, a heavy weight pressed down on my body.

 

“Ugh… What is it.”

 

I opened my eyes wide in surprise to find Min Ha-young lying on top of me with a bright smile, rolling around this way and that.

 

“Hey, you’re heavy…”

 

“Heavy?! Do you know how hard I dieted for this competition!”

 

“Is our Princess Ji-ye awake?”

 

Han Da-min sat by my bedside giggling and tidied up my hair.

 

“Get up, Ryu Ji-ye. Time to eat.”

 

Min Ha-young patted me and got up.

 

I weakly dropped the hand holding my mobile phone and quietly muttered.

 

“…If we’re not practicing right away, please let me sleep a little more.”

 

I don’t need to eat. Really.

 

But naturally, Han Da-min’s firm voice immediately followed.

 

“No way. If we’re going to practice hard today, you need to eat. Ra-eun prepared the meal herself to feed the members, and you still won’t eat?”

 

“…”

 

Ra-eun cooked herself.

 

I silently got up. Then Han Da-min nodded satisfactorily and gave Min Ha-young another instruction.

 

“Bring her out.”

 

“Yes, unnie.”

 

Those two really get along well.

 

As I staggered down from the bed, Min Ha-young even tidied up the blanket for me and pushed my back to send me to the living room.

 

Sitting on the sofa and coming to my senses, I realized I was the last member to wake up.

 

Wait, didn’t we all play board games together? It wasn’t just me.

 

Why are they all so energetic? Must be because they’re young…

 

But wait, Ryu Ji-ye is young too?

 

As I was amazed by their stamina, I could see Choi Song-i on the swing in the yard far away and Seo Ra-eun pushing her from behind.

 

It seemed the meal preparation she did herself had been finished long ago.

 

“Did you wait until I woke up? I feel bad for no reason.”

 

When I muttered this, Min Ha-young crossed her arms and nodded.

 

“We waited and waited, but you wouldn’t wake up for so long that we went to wake you. As punishment for oversleeping, go bring Song-i and Ra-eun unnie.”

 

I nodded drowsily and headed toward the two of them.

 

Then I naturally turned on my mobile phone camera.

 

Since receiving the mission, it had become a habit to point the camera whenever any of the members did something interesting.

 

Seo Ra-eun smiled brightly and waved at my mobile phone.

 

“Ra-eun unnie, Song-i, let’s eat.”

 

“Oh, okay.”

 

“Unnie, are you just waking up now? We shouldn’t let you sleep in from now on. Set multiple alarms. Just do it.”

 

“Huh? Mm-hmm.”

 

Choi Song-i grumbled and nagged, then sighed as if she couldn’t help it and led Seo Ra-eun and me toward the dormitory.

 

The food that Seo Ra-eun made herself was really delicious.

 

Honestly, I didn’t have much appetite since it was morning, but as soon as I ate it, my appetite shot up.

 

“If I live with Ra-eun unnie, can I eat delicious food like this every day?”

 

“No, I’ll cook for you often from now on. I’m embarrassed because you’re praising me so much.”

 

“Since Ra-eun cooked for us, we should do the dishes, right?”

 

“Rock-paper-scissors call?”

 

“Call. But those who don’t get stuck with dishes go straight to the practice room to warm up. You know today is the last day of practice, right?”

 

“Yees.”

 

The members were having a harmonious conversation.

 

Ding-dong-!

 

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

 

As I looked toward the front door where the sound came from in surprise, Choi Song-i stood up abruptly.

 

“Another mission, isn’t it?”

 

Then she walked to the entrance with leisurely steps.

 

“Mission?”

 

Min Ha-young ran past her and opened the front door first.

 

It seemed Min Ha-young’s impatient personality couldn’t wait for Choi Song-i’s slow steps.

 

“…”

 

The three of us remaining at the dining table watched those two with complex expressions.

 

‘A mission…’

 

Another mission.

 

…Originally, receiving a mission means they’re giving us screen time, so I should definitely be happy.

 

But why am I already tired?

 

We’ve been tormented by missions throughout the training camp.

 

Filming this and that might sound easy, but it was quite burdensome for those involved. Making time while practicing, planning what to film – none of it was ordinary work.

 

Just when I thought we had barely finished one mission, here comes another mission.

 

I wanted to spend at least today just practicing all day.

 

“It is a mission!”

 

As expected, Min Ha-young came running while waving a pink envelope high.

 

I pushed my burdensome feelings aside and forced myself to make a curious expression.

 

“What is it? What kind of mission?”

 

When Han Da-min, who had the same expression as me, asked, Min Ha-young took out a card and showed it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Oh!”

 

This kind of mission is simple and good?

 

“Write letters to the members? This isn’t something where we read them out loud in front of the members, right?”

 

Han Da-min, who had been forcing her energy just moments ago, brightened up.

 

“Come on, no way. Let’s not do that. It’s embarrassing.”

 

“Right? Then what should we do? Should we write letters and quietly deliver them to the members?”

 

“Do we have to write to all the members?”

 

At Choi Song-i’s question, Min Ha-young immediately clung to her.

 

“Aww, write to everyone! I want to receive a handwritten letter from Song-i.”

 

“Can’t we just send it through messenger?”

 

“There you go again. You’re just being shy.”

 

At Han Da-min’s words, Choi Song-i didn’t deny it but pouted instead.

 

She really was grumbling because she was embarrassed about writing letters.

 

“Okay! Then what should we do? Should we write letters first before practicing?”

 

“Sounds good!”

 

The members finished their meal.

 

Since it tasted so good, both the pot and bowls were completely empty.

 

“Min Ha-young said she was on a diet.”

 

“Aah! Hey! Why say that when I already ate?”

 

I playfully teased Min Ha-young briefly and then cleared away the dishes.

 

Unfortunately, as soon as Han Da-min and Choi Song-i finished eating, they were called away for interviews, so the dishwashing became mine and Min Ha-young’s responsibility.

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

After finishing the dishes, I returned to my room.

 

In my hands were five sheets of letter paper, pretty letter envelopes, and a ballpoint pen.

 

Now I had to write letters to the members…

 

‘What should I write?’

 

Since we exchanged messages so actively even when we weren’t meeting, I didn’t really have anything particular to say despite this opportunity.

 

Tap, tap, tap, tap-.

 

I drummed my fingers on the desk, pondering for a while before finally picking up the pen.

 

Come to think of it, it’s not like I have absolutely nothing to write.

 

Since I got such pretty letter paper anyway, maybe I should make some heartfelt confessions to the members.

 

Looking at the meaningful sentences I wrote down, the corners of my mouth lifted without me realizing it. Anyone who saw would think it looked very suspicious.

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

Once I decided what I wanted to write, the letter writing finished quickly, making my earlier confusion seem pointless.

 

Since I seemed to finish first, even after delivering letters to each member, it was quite a while before I could receive the members’ letters.

 

I was worried about having to get into a melancholy mood reading letters before practice, but fortunately they said filming us reading the letters wasn’t mandatory.

 

Of course, the production staff did film all the members’ letters separately.

 

Anyway, we were able to start practice right away without any melancholy feelings.

 

And naturally practice continued until dawn, and I could finally read the members’ letters only after dragging my tired body into the room.

 

“…What’s this.”

 

 

 

-Princess Ji-ye, I think you probably noticed too, but you and I have so many similarities.

 

What we think, what we feel, even our tastes are so similar.

 

That’s probably why I like you so much lol

 

Please continue to rely on me a lot. I’m relying on you a lot too.

 

 

 

-Ji-ye, there are so many things I’m grateful to you for. I’ve received so much consideration that I can’t even thank you for everything one by one, and I’m truly grateful.

 

I’m lacking in many ways, but I hope I can become someone you can lean on, even a little.

 

 

 

-My friend Ji-ye. You’re such a pretty and kind princess. Ahem. You know I love you, right? Let’s watch the next broadcast together too. At your house again this time♡

 

 

 

-Actually, I like you, unnie. I mean I like how you look on stage. Even when auditioning, I thought unnie would pass, so I was happy we became teammates.

 

Please continue to be someone I can look up to like now. I watch unnie’s videos and copy you on stage.

 

 

 

This is more touching than I expected…

 

I thought there wouldn’t be much to say since everyone talks about this and that every day on the group messenger.

 

The long letters filled with affection contained sincere feelings toward me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off them for a long time.

 

It was the night of the last day at training camp, one day before the competition.

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

And on the day of the competition.

 

“Did everyone sleep well…”

 

Yu-hwa, who had been speaking energetically, awkwardly closed her mouth.

 

It was understandable.

 

Right now we clearly looked like people who hadn’t slept properly.

 

‘Though we didn’t actually sleep poorly.’

 

At this point, we weren’t the type to lose sleep over a competition.

 

Probably not just me, but everyone else likely tried their best to sleep for the sake of their condition.

 

However, the reason we still looked terrible was probably…

 

“It’s all because of the letters.”

 

“Letters?”

 

Min Ha-young nodded gloomily while checking her face with a hand mirror.

 

“Yesterday we had a training camp mission to write letters to the members. We cried reading the members’ letters…”

 

For reference, I didn’t cry. Looking at her face, Choi Song-i probably didn’t cry either.

 

The ones who cried were our team’s emotional three: Han Da-min, Seo Ra-eun, and Min Ha-young.

 

“Fortunately, some ice treatment should make it better…”

 

But right now our condition was terrible.

 

So swollen that it made me burst into hollow laughter.

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