Chapter 1: Final Acceptance, you say?

Yoo Siyeon, 23 years old.

These are the two words that currently define me.

Honestly, age doesn’t really matter much.

But the former, my name, that is….

It’s one of those things that symbolizes the changes I’ve faced.

I had no other choice.

When I woke up, reborn as some girl….

The people who were my parents called me Siyeon.

My father’s surname was Yoo, so that was fixed.

Since what was down there disappeared, that gender was pretty much decided….

‘Could this be why my name is subtly androgynous?’

Still, well.

It was somewhat okay.

Even in my days as a man, I didn’t really have anything to lose.

In the first place, I was an orphan back then….

So, unlike now, I never had the chance to feel parental affection.

If you look at it that way, this life was actually happier.

Unfortunately, though, I didn’t have much talent for studying in this life either.

Somehow, just like when I left the orphanage, I jumped straight into society as soon as I became an adult.

I think I worked like that for about two years?

After some bald guy started hitting on me, I freaked out and ran out of there….

“…Ah, I need to make dinner.”

I was playing housekeeper at my friend’s place.

The way it started was also peculiar.

I quit my job half in a fit of anger, and the day after I left the dormitory.

Feeling somehow lost about my future, I consulted my friend….

– Then… want to live with me at my place?

She suddenly threw that suggestion at me.

– …Don’t your parents live there?

– I live alone.

– I got a house.

– …Ah, well then.

And just like that, an unexpected cohabitation life began.

My friend provides me with a stable space….

And I take charge of the household chores for my friend, who has zero life skills.

Of course, I don’t plan on freeloading forever.

Until I find my next job, I have to live here for now.

‘…If I go back home like this, it would be… quite something.’

As I was mulling over recent events and pondering the menu in the kitchen.

The firmly closed bedroom door opened, and someone crawled out.

“Haaah….”

‘Hmm? She came out early?’

“Siyeon-ahhh….”

“Is the broadcast over?”

“Uung, just now….”

Her identity is none other than Baek Jiah.

My friend who readily offered me a room, and the owner of this house.

…For reference, she’s truly the ‘house owner’.

This entire building is in her name, you see.

When she said she “got a house,” I thought her parents had gotten her a room or something….

Turns out, they practically threw an entire building at her.

I knew her family was rich from hanging out with her, but… they were surprisingly very rich.

…But.

“Sniff, haah….”

“Hey, you. I told you not to do that.”

“But it’s… addictive.”

‘…Is burying your face in someone’s chest a normal thing in rich households?’

‘I can’t exactly call and ask them now. This is driving me crazy.’

“I’m anxious that the application I submitted will be rejected… so I have to do at least this.”

“Ugh, seriously.”

But if I try to tell her off… she immediately puts up a shield.

‘…Good grief.’

What’s she so anxious about when she has a way to make a living even if her broadcasting career fails?

It’s good to be passionate, but isn’t she trembling a bit too much?

Well, it’s good to have a dream.

Until she reaches her goal, she’ll consistently have positive motivation, I guess.

“Anyway, what do you want to eat?”

“Hmm… anything?”

“I told you, if you say that one more time, I’m just giving you plain rice.”

‘I… wouldn’t know, since I’ve never had that.’

About three months after that.

It had been quite a while since Jiah passed the initial document screening and had her interview.

I was in the middle of prying Jiah off me (she was burying her head in my chest as usual) and preparing a meal….

“Waaaaaah!!!”

“Ah d*mn, you startled me!”

Jiah, who was leisurely looking at her phone, suddenly screamed.

“Siyeon! Yoo Siyeon!”

“I’m cooking, so get off me! Why are you suddenly making such a fuss?!”

“I got in! Siyeon! I got in!”

Jiah, who was practically thrashing about as if having a seizure, suddenly shoved her phone in my face.

And, on that screen….

[Web Message]

[Lunavis 2nd Generation Recruitment Final Acceptance Notification]

Hello, Baek Jiah-nim.

This is the Lunavis HR representative.

We sincerely congratulate you on your final acceptance for the 2nd generation recruitment.

There will be announcements and training for the prospective 2nd generation members, so please visit the company according to the schedule that will be provided later.

Once again, we sincerely congratulate you on your acceptance!

“…Accepted?”

Really?

“…Is this, for real?”

“It’s real, Siyeon! I did it! I really did it!!!”

Jiah, having her accomplishment reconfirmed by me….

Overcome with emotion, she hugged me tightly… and soon began to sob uncontrollably.

Although my clothes got a bit damp….

Still, it was worth it, so it’s fine.

…And, I didn’t know at the time.

That this message was not just for Jiah….

But would also be a huge turning point in my life.