Brother, this lazybones...
She patted her head, trying to calm herself one last time.
After the irritation in her chest had fully dissipated, she went over, picked up the instant noodle box, and placed it in the nearby trash bin.
Then, turning back to look at the mess throughout the room, she felt helpless and sighed lightly before immediately starting to clean up.
It wasn't that she pitied Brother; she just couldn't bear to have such filth and disorder under her own eyes.
Those girls outside only saw the most glamorous side of a person, they had no idea that their idol, Mu, was nothing but a slob at home.
Clothes were strewn everywhere, shoes were kicked off haphazardly as soon as he entered the door, with no regard for where they ended up.
Books he'd read and cups he'd used were left in complete disarray.
She really felt like swearing out loud—couldn't this idol be perfection inside and out?
