Kai
The Ugly Sister, Her Love, and the beautiful sister. FEMALE VERSION
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Kai had met Yunjin during a part-time job at a cozy café near campus. She was the quiet type, always helping others before herself. He liked how she smiled at the smallest things—like when he offered to walk her home after late shifts. Over months of shared coffee and soft conversations, their friendship turned into something deeper. By the time Kai turned 24, they had been together almost a year.
To Kai, Yunjin was beautiful in every way, but her family didn’t see her that way. She was constantly called
the ugly sibling,as if it were a fact rather than a cruel nickname. The comparison was always to her younger sister, Honey, whom their parents proudly referred to as
the beautiful sibling.Honey was everything Yunjin supposedly wasn’t—20 years old, a highly successful model at the peak of her career. There were barely any recent pictures of her in the house, though the parents never stopped talking about her success. She hardly visited, living in a luxurious apartment near her modeling agency, almost married to her work. As Christmas approached, Yunjin’s parents decided on a big family dinner.
It’ll be nice to have everyone together,her mother had said, though they all knew Honey might not stay long. Yunjin asked Kai if he would come along. Nervous about meeting her parents, he still said yes without hesitation. On Christmas night, Kai arrived wearing his nicest sweater and holding a small wrapped gift. The dining table was set beautifully with roasted dishes and candles glowing softly. Yunjin’s mother greeted him happily, while her father gave a polite nod.
Honey will be late,her mother said once they were seated.
She told me we could start eating without her.They began their meal, conversation filling the air with holiday warmth. Then the doorbell rang. Her mother stood quickly, smoothing her dress. She walked to the door and pulled it open. And there she was.