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Saw the Arirang Live movie and had a blast! There was only four people in our theater, and normally I'd like that, cuz I hate crowds. But to my shock, I was disappointed. I guess I secretly wanted to party with ARMY 💜 Who knew?

Namjoon and Yoongi got more closeups than I've ever seen, making my heart skip a fatal amount of beats. Namjoon was a sentient sex grenade, but that lil' bias wrecker Yoongi was a sex bomb. At one point my husband whispered, "Single layer, white t-shirt Yoongi rapping. Don't die."

It was too late. I died. But I'm back now.

Other fun stuff: Jimin did a body roll at the end of 2.0 that was um...I just...yup. Also, between his lovely, warbly voice, long blonde hair, and witchy sleeves, I think he's slowly morphing into a Korean Stevie Nicks. Love this journey for him.

Another highlight: A shot of Tae so sexy, my husband said, "Wow. Too much. I don't like it. Make it stop." But he sounded exactly like I do every time I click on a Bapsae hip thrust compilation. Like a filthy liar. If he ever leaves me for someone, I'm pretty sure I know who it'll be.

We need to talk about JK. He's a handsome, but he looks like a startled fawn to me. Before now, I believed that no amount of Calvin undies, tattoos, or yandere fics could ever make him a sexual being for me. Believed. Past tense. Cuz, there was a moment. He stared straight into my soul. No easy smile or silly laugh hovering on his lips. Just dark eyes and intensity so raw, all my organs violently flipped upside down at once. I mumbled, "Oh Jesus. What? Fuck? Why? Why?" Don't know what that means, but I said it.

They played Run BTS. Normal. Like Animals. Dimple, Ddaeng, AND Magic Shop. I haven't been this happy in ages. They're doing it again in October, and I wanted to throw my wallet at the screen and scream, TAKE IT. TAKE IT ALL. JUST GIMME MORE SINGLE LAYER WHITE T-SHIRT YOONGI. 💜💜

One more thing. Some lovely poster named Moonchild made these Namjoon gifs. Whoever she is, I wish her only joy and prosperity for this. She deserves all things that are good.

Gah. This man owns my heart. And other parts.

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CHASING SEOUL, FINDING YOU

Chapter Four: The Upgrade

The soft chime of the seatbelt sign pulled me out of sleep.

For a second, I blinked at the dim cabin like I’d forgotten where I was. Then the low hum of the plane settled around me again, and the view beyond the window sharpened into something that stole the breath straight from my chest.

Seoul.

We were here.

Below us, the city stretched in every direction, all silver rivers and glowing highways, towers lit against the dark like they’d been sketched in light. The streets looked endless from up here, veins of motion threading through the night.

“Wake up,” Sofia mumbled, leaning across the aisle to nudge Latoya.

Latoya groaned without opening her eyes. “If this plane is not physically on the ground, don’t touch me.”

Ye-Jin laughed softly beside me, then turned toward the window again.

“It’s home,” she said, almost to herself.

Something in her voice made me smile.

By the time we made it through customs, collected our luggage, and climbed into the black SUV waiting outside, exhaustion should have won. My body felt heavy from the flight, the kind of tired that settled behind the eyes and in the spine. But the city kept dragging my attention back.

Even from the backseat, Seoul felt alive in a way I couldn’t explain.

The streets moved with their own rhythm - people gathered outside late-night cafés, couples walking shoulder to shoulder beneath blooming trees, neon signs glowing against the soft dark like they belonged there more than daylight ever could. Cherry blossoms scattered across the sidewalks in pale drifts, and the whole city seemed to breathe around us.

Latoya leaned closer to the window. “This place is gorgeous.”

Sofia already had her camera out. “I’m never putting this thing down.”

Ye-Jin smiled, quiet and pleased. “Wait until you see it from above.”

I assumed she meant some rooftop restaurant.

She did not.

The second the SUV pulled up to the hotel, all four of us went silent.

The building was obscene.

Glass and steel rose into the night in clean, gleaming lines, the whole thing elegant in that deliberate, expensive way that didn’t need to announce itself to be understood. It looked like the kind of place that charged you extra for breathing the lobby air too deeply.

Latoya let out a low whistle. “Oh, this is money.”

Inside, it only got worse.

Marble floors polished to a mirror shine. Gold accents catching the light. Fresh floral arrangements styled like art installations. The lobby smelled like something impossibly clean and expensive - white flowers, citrus, and whatever scent rich people apparently chose when they wanted a room to feel quietly superior.

Sofia lifted her camera.

Ye-Jin gently lowered it with one hand.

“Maybe not at the front desk.”

Sofia pouted. “You ruin joy.”

“I protect us from looking like tourists.”

“We are tourists.”

Ye-Jin gave her a look. “Elegant tourists.”

At the desk, the receptionist smiled the way people do when they’re trying very hard not to appear nervous.

“Miss Maniya?”

I stepped forward. “That’s me.”

She bowed slightly. “First, we sincerely apologize. There was an internal booking mistake regarding your original suite reservation.”

Latoya’s whole posture changed.

“What kind of mistake?”

The receptionist swallowed. “It appears your executive suite was double-booked by a former employee who is no longer with us.”

Sofia blinked. “That sounds messy.”

I drew in a slow breath, already feeling that familiar switch flip inside me - the one that turned me calm, professional, and prepared to solve whatever problem had just landed at my feet.

“So what now?” I asked.

The receptionist’s smile brightened instantly.

“As compensation, we upgraded your group to our top-floor penthouse at no extra charge.”

Silence.

Ye-Jin stopped moving.

Latoya’s mouth dropped open.

Sofia slowly lowered her camera.

I stared at the woman. “Excuse me?”

“Our private two-story, four-bedroom penthouse,” she said. “Each bedroom has its own bathroom. There is also a shared living room, dining room, full kitchen, and rooftop terrace.”

Latoya grabbed my arm so hard I almost laughed. “Girl.”

Sofia’s voice dropped to a whisper. “No extra charge?”

Ye-Jin narrowed her eyes. “Is this legal?”

The receptionist looked briefly alarmed.

I touched Ye-Jin’s arm. “She’s joking.”

Ye-Jin smiled politely. “Mostly.”

Ten minutes later, standing just inside the penthouse, none of us said a word.

The first floor opened around us in a sweep of glass, marble, and warm light. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the living room, revealing Seoul glittering beneath us like something alive. The skyline went on forever, towers lit against the dark, streets glowing below, the city so far down it looked unreal.

And the penthouse itself?

Absurd.

A massive open-concept living room anchored by a deep sectional big enough for all four of us to disappear into. A marble kitchen larger than my apartment back home. A dining area with a table that could seat twelve. One guest bedroom downstairs with its own bath. A floating staircase led up to the second floor, where the remaining bedrooms sat along a private hall, along with access to the rooftop terrace.

Two stories.

Four bedrooms.

Four bathrooms.

One rooftop overlooking Seoul.

And enough space for all of us to live together without climbing on each other’s nerves by week two.

“Oh my God,” Sofia whispered, heading straight for the windows.

Latoya dropped onto the sectional with both arms spread wide like she’d personally financed the place. “I’m never leaving.”

Ye-Jin stood frozen in the kitchen, staring at the counters. “This island alone costs more than my car.”

I laughed and dragged my suitcase toward the hallway. “Pick your rooms before I decide I deserve all of them.”

Chaos broke out immediately.

Latoya claimed the downstairs room closest to the kitchen.

Obviously.

Sofia took the upstairs bedroom with the best natural light.

Also obvious.

Ye-Jin chose the quiet room nearest the terrace access, where she could apparently read in peace and judge the rest of us from above.

That left me with the corner primary suite.

Huge bed.

Private balcony.

Bathroom bigger than some studio apartments.

And windows that looked directly out over the city.

I stood in the doorway for a long moment, suitcase at my feet, and let it sink in.

For the next three months, this was home.

Not a cramped hotel room.

Not adjoining suites.

A two-story penthouse above Seoul, where all four of us would sleep, eat, laugh, fight, and unravel in the same shared space.

That thought should have felt comforting.

Instead, it felt intimate in a way I hadn’t prepared for.

After unpacking and showering, the exhaustion started to burn off in layers.

The city outside was still wide awake.

Spring air drifted in when someone cracked the terrace door. Neon pulsed below. Faint laughter rose from the street, softened by distance. The whole night felt too alive to waste indoors.

Latoya sprawled dramatically across the couch, now dressed in a fitted rust-colored two-piece set that hugged her lean, toned body and made her skin look even richer in the apartment’s warm light.

“I’m starving.”

Sofia emerged from her room in a white cropped sweater and a loose denim skirt, her curls even bigger after the shower, camera already hanging around her neck like it had become part of her anatomy.

“I need food and pictures,” she said. “In that order.”

Ye-Jin stepped out last in a pale blue blouse tucked into high-waisted jeans, effortless and polished, her curls pinned back just enough to show the clean line of her face.

“I know a place.”

Latoya lifted her head. “Fancy?”

Ye-Jin shook hers.

“Not fancy. Better.”

Latoya narrowed her eyes. “Explain.”

A small smile tugged at Ye-Jin’s mouth. “Family-owned. Incredible food. The kind of place locals actually love.”

Sofia nodded immediately. “So it’s going to change my life.”

“I’m counting on it,” Ye-Jin said.

I slipped back into my room to change.

And then I made the mistake of looking in the mirror.

I stopped cold.

Color.

Actual color.

I had pulled on one of the outfits the girls had practically bullied into my suitcase - a fitted cream off-shoulder knit top that clung softly to my curves and bared one shoulder in a way that made me feel almost indecently visible. The neckline dipped just enough to hint at the upper curve of my chest without crossing into too much. The sage-green mini skirt sat high on my waist, hugging me close and showing more leg than I usually offered the world on purpose.

Gold jewelry.

Strappy heels.

My ginger curls spilled over one shoulder, bright against the pale fabric.

Simple.

Pretty.

A little too sexy for my comfort.

And not one piece of it was black.

I stared at myself for a long moment.

Different.

But not wrong.

My body looked softer somehow - not smaller, not hidden, not armored into sharp lines and dark fabric. Just... visible. Full hips. Thick thighs. A narrow waist the skirt held close. The same body I’d always had, only this time I wasn’t dressing it like an argument.

I looked like a woman going out to be seen.

That thought did something strange to my pulse.

When I stepped back into the living room, the room fell quiet.

Latoya’s eyes widened first.

Sofia dropped her phone onto the couch.

Ye-Jin looked me over and smiled slowly, like she was trying not to scare me off by appearing too pleased.

“Well,” Latoya said, drawing the word out. “Look at you.”

Sofia stood up dramatically. “Who is she?”

Heat rushed into my face.

I rolled my eyes, though I could feel myself smiling. “Shut up.”

Ye-Jin reached for her purse, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Come on.”

Latoya grinned. “Seoul isn’t ready.”

Neither was I.

The elevator ride down felt too bright, too mirrored, too reflective in every possible sense. I caught sight of myself in the polished wall and almost looked away.

Cream.

Sage.

Gold.

Bare skin.

A version of me I didn’t know well enough yet.

Latoya leaned in close, her voice dropping just enough to make it feel like prophecy.

“If this is night one, somebody’s getting into trouble.”

I laughed.

But something low in my stomach tightened anyway.

Because for the first time, I wasn’t entirely sure it wouldn’t be me.