I'd Give Up Forever to Have You. (annyeongz version)

Chapter 1

Yujin's lived through three step siblings and none of them were as annoyingly present as Jang Wonyoung.

Probably due to the fact that none of them insisted on having unapologetically loud sex at six in the morning on a Wednesday. This girl baffles Yujin as much as she annoys her. Wonyoung despises waking up for school, looks half-dead when she does show up to classes, and stares at Yujin with accusation and muted resentment when she returns from her morning jobs. Yet she has no problem enthusiastically participating in such physically demanding activities. At six in the morning. On a Wednesday. Waking Yujin ten previous minutes earlier than she has to be. Wonyoung is lucky the semester has just started and there were no tests given. Yujin would probably kill her and kill and her 'friend' in cold blood if she dared to wake her up this way on a quiz day.

(It's her senior year. She can't afford to screw it up. Nuisances like her almost step-sister won't deter her from her goals.)

Besides, if she's lucky her father will get bored with Wonyoung's mother long before he actually marries her and they will move out the same way they moved in, arms full of boxes on a Saturday morning. Sandara will officially become Jiyong's wife in six months. A lot of things can change in six months. She knows they won't, though, not really. Things usually start to fall apart after the ceremony is done and over with. She went through her father's routine precisely three times. If she were Dara, she'd be wary of coming fourth. It always goes the same way.

Except this time, Jang Wonyoung is brought into the equation, and she's already throwing Wonyoung off balance. Two weeks of living- co-existing, really- with this girl, and she has come to a conclusion that her so called step sibling bond with Soobin was much better than this. She may have landed him in a hospital that one time, but at least she's never had the displeasure of knowing what he sounds like when he comes.

(As infuriating as it is, she doubts he'd sound as good as Wonyoung.)

The thought makes her shudder- she's not sure which one, and she has no desire to dwell on it- so it gets shaken off. Wonyoung rises from the bed, cringing as Wonyoung happily lets her know how great her newest fucktoy is by releasing more obscene sounds. She has to admit that Wonyoung does sound gorgeous, though she'd rather not use that word to describe her step sisters moans. Wonyoung isn't annoyingly high-pitched, isn't sweet or shy like Wonyoung's occasional (rare) bed partners are. She's sinfully rich, or richly sinful, or both, really.

(Yet another thought that Yujin forces out of her head.)

Something crashes in Wonyoung's room, and Yujin half-hopes is was someone finally passing out, but Wonyoung's loud cry reassures her both parties are still very much awake and very much still going at it.

This is so unfair. Yujin can't keep blasting her music in maximum  volume through her headphones and foolishly hope it won't leave her with hearing impairment. Maybe she could try talking to her father about soundproofing either her room or Wonyoung's. As soon as- if ever, she thinks impassively- her father and Wonyoung's mother come back from yet another trip she'll approach the subject with him. Make something up about needing to concentrate on her studies. It isn't even really a lie. She does need to word harder in some of her AP classes. Or maybe she could persuade him and Wonyoung's mother to switch room with Wonyoung. All the second floor bedrooms are equally spacious and her father's room is further down the hall. It won't get rid of Wonyoung's sounds completely, but at least they will be somewhat muffled and won't be coming from right across the hall. It's not like they use their bedroom. Her father is almost always gone, and all of his wives are almost always with him, be it a business trip or a Caribbean cruise.

Her routine is familiar and calculated: brush teeth, get dressed, go for a run, shower, light breakfast, change, off to school. She goes through the steps in her head, throwing her hair up in a ponytail and hurriedly grabbing her phone from her nightstand, sighing with relief when she puts headphones in and presses play. Yujin hasn't listened to music this much in her entire life. She always found comfort in the silent emptiness of her house rather than in drowning her thoughts in guitar riffs. She likes being left alone with them. But, as Wonyoung's headboard starts rhythmically tapping against the wall in time the song beat in Yujin's ears, she's reminded once again that isn't not an option anymore. Not as long as Wonyoung is in the house with her.