Do I Have Good Intuition?

Beep beep beep!

The front door opened, and Hyunwoo came back in.

Carrying a black bag that presumably held ice cream in one hand, Hyunwoo came over and sat down in the middle of the living room, where Hyuna and I were sitting.

"Minseo, you pick first. I'm not picky, so I'll pick after you. She can have whatever's left."

Three ice cream bars came out of the bag.

One was a mild fruit flavor that no one could really dislike, and another was red bean, the sort of flavor older people might like.

But the last one was impossible not to notice.

"H-Hyunwoo... I'll just take whatever's left..."

"Why all of a sudden? It's fine. Pick first."

"But one of them is just so malicious..."...