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ACORN’S POV
Dear Diary,
Remember when I said Hyuna was filming in the jewelry store?
Yeah. She posted it. In 4K. With subtitles. And dramatic background music.
By sunrise, the family group chat had already renamed itself “Engagement Watch 202X.”
The Fallout
I couldn’t sit through breakfast without hearing at least three different versions of what happened:
— “Ivan dropped down on one knee.” (He didn’t. He tripped over a rug. Close enough, I guess.)
— “Till was crying.” (That was sweat, panic, and the beginnings of a migraine.)
— “The ring was custom-made in Italy.” (It was literally pulled from a glass case like a sample chicken nugget at the grocery store.)
The story mutated faster than gossip biology should allow.
By the evening, someone had already made a meme slideshow titled “Till + Ivan: A Love Story.”
Ivan thought it was hilarious.
Till threatened arson.
The Actual Proposal Situation
Here’s the thing: they’re not engaged. They’re not even fake-engaged. They’re... engaged-adjacent? Proposal pending? Pre-engagement purgatory?
Ivan keeps smiling like he’s holding back a state secret. Till keeps avoiding eye contact like he owes everyone in the dining room money.
At this point, I think the universe itself is engaged to the drama.
The Squad’s Contribution to the Circus
Hyuna is thriving. Every time someone asks, “Wait, are they serious?” she just shrugs and says, “Maybe.” Luka keeps groaning like he aged thirty years overnight.
Mizi and Sua have taken it upon themselves to be the unofficial press team, supplying “exclusive commentary” whenever anyone asks. I’m expecting a documentary release date any day now.
Hyunwoo has said nothing. Which somehow makes people assume he knows the truth. He doesn’t. None of us do.
The Subplot Nobody Asked For
On the way home, Luka got snappy with Hyuna — and not over anything big. He just wanted her attention, tugging at her sleeve, whining for her to stop scrolling through her phone.
Hyuna brushed him off, muttering that she was busy answering messages, and Luka’s whole face pinched up like a sulky cat.
He snapped something short at her, then spent the rest of the walk glaring at the sidewalk and ignoring her completely.
Hyuna didn’t chase him, didn’t explain herself. She just kept walking, fast, chin up, pretending she didn’t notice.
It was petty. Stupid. The kind of nothing-fight that usually dissolves in five minutes.
But this one... lingered.
Note to self:
Luka’s clinginess + Hyuna’s stubborn streak = incoming storm. Stock up on popcorn.