My Step Family -ch.2- -kun Family-

Hana snorted. "It's a spoon, Dad. It goes wherever it lands."

By the end of the night, Mrs. Park had slipped away unnoticed. We were all exhausted, hoarse, and covered in spilled soda. But when we got back to the car, nobody sat in the "separate" seats. Hana leaned on my shoulder. Min-Jun passed me a sour candy without being asked.

So, here is my advice to anyone reading this who feels like an outsider in their own home: Blended families are not built in a day. They are built in awkward karaoke nights, stupid arguments over spoons, and the quiet moments when someone shows up for you even when they don't have to. My step family -Ch.2- -Kun family-

Mr. Kun turned crimson. I saw my mom’s eye twitch.

The room went cold.

Min-Jun adjusted his glasses. "In Korea, spoon goes right. It's not opinion. It's fact."

Then he picked up a second microphone and joined the chaos. Hana snorted

"Ah," she said, holding up a plastic bag of homemade kimchi. "The Kun family struggle. I remember it well. Min-Jun, your father once cried because I put the chopsticks in the wrong drawer."