LALISA

Lisa had learned a long time ago how to survive rooms like this.

Not because she was born into them like Wonyoung had been, but because she built herself into something these people couldn’t ignore. Fame had opened the doors. Money kept them open. And somewhere along the way, she became just as dangerous as the elites who used to look down on girls like her.

Now they invited her everywhere.

Wanted photos with her. Deals with her. Connections through her.

It was almost funny.

Standing near the towering ice sculpture with a champagne glass balanced loosely between manicured fingers, Lisa looked perfectly at home among the luxury and politics of the ballroom. Black silk draped effortlessly against her figure, diamonds flashing at her throat every time the camera lights hit. Untouchable. Expensive. Calm. Even if internally, she found most of these events painfully repetitive.

She noticed Wonyoung approaching before the younger woman even spoke. Lisa’s lips curved faintly around the rim of her champagne glass. "Aim for the investors first." she murmured smoothly. "The board members usually duck faster. " The reply came effortless, perfectly timed beneath the soft orchestra music filling the ballroom.

A camera flash went off nearby.

Lisa shifted automatically toward it. Polished smile. Graceful posture. Every inch the global superstar they expected her to be. The second it passed, the expression disappeared again.

"You lasted longer than I expected tonight."

That carried actual amusement.

Her eyes drifted briefly toward the crowd Wonyoung had escaped from. Older businessmen, luxury executives, heirs pretending they were more important than they actually were. Lisa knew the type too well. Men who suddenly acted enlightened because they discovered female idols could make them money. "What was it this time?" she asked lightly. "Somebody explaining the economy to you like you weren’t smarter than half this room? Or did they try to explain your own world to you like you weren’t the one they were here to impress?"

Then her gaze shifted across the ballroom again, scanning, reading, calculating without effort. People who thought they were subtle. People who weren’t.

"You know…"

A small tilt of her head.

"This place is getting predictable."

Her eyes lingered on a man laughing too loudly at something unfunny. His wife stood nearby with a perfect, practiced smile. Polished, composed, carefully maintained like everything else in this room. Not far off, his mistress watched the same scene with a sharper, quieter expression, the kind that didn’t bother pretending anymore.

Same old, same old.

Her gaze then back to Wonyoung. A faint, dangerous kind of amusement settled in her expression.

"We should make the best of the predicament."

A beat.

"Bet on them."

She said it like it was the most normal idea in the world.

Her gaze flicked briefly to a passing businessman, then back to Wonyoung with a slight lift of her brow.

"Who approaches first. Who embarrasses themselves within five minutes. Who’s actually powerful enough not to. "

A soft hum.

"Makes this whole thing at least a little entertaining."

Then, almost lazily, she swirled her champagne once.

"In a room full of people playing power games… we might as well be the better players. "

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Wonyoung’s petulant pout melted away, replaced instantly by a slow, wicked gleam in her eyes. She let out a soft, melodic laugh that sounded entirely sweet to anyone watching from afar, though the expression on her face was pure malice. "Betting?" she purred, her fingers tracing a lazy circle around the rim of her stolen champagne glass. "Lisa, darling, that is far too passive for me. If we're going to use them for entertainment, we might as well hold the puppet strings." Her dark eyes swept over the ballroom, locked onto the crowd with the calculating gaze of a predator picking apart its prey. She spotted her targets instantly, her mind working with a sharp, toxic precision. "See the one by the front door? The second-generation director who thinks his father’s shipping company makes him royalty?" She tilted her head, a pristine, doll-like smile plastered on her face for a passing photographer while her voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "And see my father’s associate over by the champagne fountain? The one whose assistant is currently glaring at the cello player? He’s been trying to get a meeting with my dad for six months."

She turned her gaze back to Lisa, her expression settling into a dangerous, restless amusement. "Ten million won says I can make them start a screaming match on the ballroom floor before the next orchestra set ends," Wonyoung murmured, her lips curling into a beautiful little smirk. "I want to see how fast security tackles a chaebol heir." She leaned in a fraction closer to the other idol, the heavy diamonds at her wrist catching the strobe lights as she rested a hand against the high-top table, her eyes wide and glittering with a manic, unhinged energy.

"Do we have a deal?"

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Lisa followed her gaze across the ballroom, taking in the unfortunate targets one by one. A soft hum left her. Already she could see the disaster forming. Which, admittedly, made this event far more interesting than it had been five minutes ago. Her champagne glass rested lightly against her fingertips as she glanced back at Wonyoung. The manic sparkle in her eyes. The dangerous little smile. The fact she looked entirely serious. A laugh escaped her. Quiet. Genuine. "You know what's concerning?" She took a sip. "I don't even need details. I already believe you can do it." The corner of her mouth lifted. "In fact, I'd be disappointed if nobody cried." Her gaze drifted back toward the ballroom floor.

Same old rich people. Same old fragile egos. Just waiting for the right push.

"Fine." She raised her glass toward Wonyoung.

"You've got a deal."

With that, Lisa drifted toward one of the marble columns overlooking the ballroom floor. A better vantage point. A front row seat. She leaned one shoulder against the cool stone, crossing her arms loosely as her gaze settled on their unsuspecting targets.

"Go on then." A faintly dangerous smile appeared. "Let's see if they're as predictable as we think they are. "

Lisa’s gaze lingered on the building for a second after the engine died, taking in the understated exterior, the kind of place people only found through money, reputation, or the right name whispered to the right person. No cameras shoved in her face the second she stepped out of the car. No managers blowing up her phone because someone spotted her somewhere “inconvenient."

It was thoughtful.

Carefully chosen.

She liked that more than she expected to.

The silence settling inside the car felt different now, quieter, heavier somehow. The city noise dulled outside while his attention stayed entirely on her, impossible not to notice in the confined space between them.

Not that Lisa minded being looked at.

She turned her head slowly toward him as he spoke, dark eyes flicking briefly to the hand resting against the console before returning to his face. Then lower for half a second when his gaze caught on her necklace.

Lisa noticed that too.

Of course she did.

A faint smile touched the corner of her mouth as their eyes kept finding each other with almost dangerous consistency slow, unwavering. An unspoken battle of who would look away first, while neither of them ever really intended to lose.

Then, naturally, she tilted the moment slightly back in her favor.

"Look at you."

Her gaze continued to remain on him, same amused look on her face as his.

"Calling in favors, secret little restaurants… all this over a girl you “kinda” missed."

The tease was lighter this time. Less sharp. Just enough to poke at his ego without ruining the moment he’d clearly put effort into. Reaching for the door handle, stepping out first, the cool Seoul night wrapping briefly around her as the heels of her boots met the pavement with quiet confidence. The city lights caught against the dark silk and leather, long black hair shifting lightly over her shoulder as she straightened.

She paused beside the car instead of walking ahead immediately, one hand resting loosely against the roof while she glanced toward the hidden entrance, then back at him with faint amusement lingering in her eyes.

"Well?"

A slight lift of her brow.

"You spent a month setting the mood, Hyunjin-ah~, so lead the way."

A sudden laugh broke through Hyunjin’s cool facade, the smooth demeanor he’d been projecting cracking just enough to let a genuinely amused smile show. He caught himself, running a hand over the back of his neck as his shoes struck the pavement with a slow rhythm until he was standing just a foot away from her. "Alright, fair enough," he conceded softly, stepping into her space just enough to force her to tilt her chin up slightly if she wanted to keep that unwavering eye contact. His voice dropped into a low, velvet murmur, the playful sarcasm melting into something far more grounded. "I did say that. But you can't blame a guy for trying to play it cool. If I told you exactly how much headspace you've been taking up since Bali, I would've given away my whole hand before we even got in the car." Turning toward the unlit iron door, he reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against the small of her back, just a phantom touch through her leather jacket, a subtle, reassuring guide to usher her forward.

Hyunjin tapped a quick, five-digit code into a concealed keypad hidden behind a loose brick. With a heavy, metallic click, the iron door swung inward, revealing a dimly lit, subterranean concrete stairwell lined with warm, amber accent lights and the faint, mouth-watering scent of sizzling marbled beef and oak wood. He gestured down the steps, a smooth, courtly motion that carried all the effortless flair of a performer. "After you," he murmured, his eyes locking onto hers one last time before they entered, a silent challenge daring her to see if the reality inside lived up to the month of anticipation.

As they descended the smooth concrete steps, the muffled sounds of the city above completely died out, replaced by the low, atmospheric hum of a jazz instrumental playing from hidden speakers. The air down here was thick with the rich, savory aroma of high-grade Hanwoo beef and the subtle, earthy note of premium sake. It was completely private, no hostess podium, no crowded waiting area, just a sleek, minimalist corridor that opened up into a stunning, low-lit dining room. The space featured only a single, sweeping L-shaped counter made of dark, polished walnut, wrapping around an open, pristine prep kitchen. True to his word, the restaurant was entirely empty, save for the head chef who gave a respectful, quiet nod of acknowledgement from behind the grill. Hyunjin led the way toward the far corner of the counter. He stepped up to one of the heavy, leather-cushioned barstools and carefully pulled it back for her.

Lisa watched him laugh without interrupting it. For a second, it caught her off guard. Not because it was loud or dramatic, but because it felt real. Unfiltered. The kind of laugh that slipped out before someone could think twice about it. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her own mouth. Her gaze stayed on him as he stepped closer. Neither of them had really stopped looking since she'd gotten into the car since Bali, really. The kind of stare that had long since stopped being accidental. A quiet contest. A challenge. "Is that your way of admitting defeat already?" The question came soft, amused. She knew the answer already. "We haven't even made it to dinner yet." Still, she didn't look away. Not when he stepped into her space. Not when his eyes stayed locked on hers. Not even when he admitted she had occupied more of his thoughts than he'd originally let on. That part lingered. More than she intended. The touch at her back finally broke the moment. Barely. Just enough for her attention to shift toward the hidden doorway as it opened. And then she understood. The warmth spilling from below. The scent of oak. The complete absence of people. Her gaze drifted slowly through the restaurant as they descended the stairs, taking everything in without rushing.

The privacy.

The atmosphere.

The fact that for once nobody was watching.

By the time they reached the counter, something softer had replaced the skepticism she'd walked in with. Not surrender. Just appreciation. When Hyunjin pulled back the stool for her, Lisa paused beside it instead of immediately sitting down. Her eyes lifted to his again. A small smile appeared. "Okay. " A faint smile lingered. "This is dangerously close to being worth the wait. "

Her gaze drifted around the room once more before returning to him.

"I like it." Simple. Honest. Then, naturally. "Don't let it go to your head though."

A warning, or maybe a challenge?

"You really committed to the bit, Hyunjin-ah." The nickname rolled off her tongue effortlessly. Then, finally, she slid onto the stool. As she sat down, Lisa shrugged off her leather jacket and hooked it over the back of the chair. The lace top beneath caught the warm amber light for a brief moment before she settled comfortably against the counter. Crossing one leg over the other, she rested an elbow lightly against the counter and looked around the hidden restaurant one more time. "Although... "

Her eyes returned to him.

Calm.

Amused.

Still challenging.

"If the food is not to my liking, you'll be in trouble~"

Lisa sank comfortably into the passenger seat, the soft click of the door shutting between them, only making the space feel smaller somehow. Warmer. More aware. She watched him quietly while he spoke, dark eyes tracing the sharp lines of his face lit by the passing dashboard lights, catching the amusement sitting underneath all that carefully controlled confidence. Strategic.

That made her smile slightly.

Not sweet. Not soft. Dangerous, if anything.

"Strategic?" she repeated slowly, like she was testing the word for herself.

Her gaze moved over him once more, deliberate this time.

"That’s cute."

The compliment somehow sounded more like a challenge coming from her. She noticed the way his hand brushed close to her knee when he shifted gears. Intentional enough not to be accidental. Careful enough to see if she’d react.

Lisa’s eyes flicked downward briefly before lifting back to his without hurry.

Still calm. Always calm.

"A whole month just to decide you missed me." A faint tilt of her head followed. "You really do take your time, Hyunjin-ah~" No accusation in it. If anything, she sounded entertained, the way his name rolled off her tongue smooth, like she knew exactly what it would do to him. At his last question, she didn’t answer. If she had objections, she’d still be home with Leo and Lola instead of sitting in his expensive car. The Seoul lights slipped across her face as the car merged into traffic. Lisa leaned back comfortably now, crossing one leg over the other with effortless confidence, like she already belonged there. One arm rested loosely against the door while the other played absentmindedly with the long necklace resting against her chest, fingers tracing the chain slowly. Her gaze drifted between him and the streets passing outside, lingering just long enough each time to be noticed. "So…" her voice came smooth, unhurried.

"What place is supposedly good enough to make up for the thirty-day wait?" A small pause.

Then the corner of her mouth lifted again nothing but playfulness in her tone.

"And don’t say your place. I’ve heard those lines before."

A low, genuine chuckle rumbled in Hyunjin’s throat at the Hyunjin-ah that slipped so effortlessly from her lips. It was a subtle shift, a drop in formalities that felt like a quiet victory, though he knew better than to let it make him complacent. She was keeping him on his toes, playing the game with a terrifying level of grace. When she laid down her preemptive strike about his place, he didn’t immediately answer. Instead, he navigated a sharp turn, his long fingers working the steering wheel with practiced ease as the neon glow of Hongdae began to bleed into the more secluded streets of Mapo-gu. "Ouch," he murmured, though the wicked glance he shot her sideways proved his pride was entirely intact. "Give me a little more credit than that. If I wanted to bring you to my place, I wouldn't have wasted a good jacket on it." He eased the car down a quiet side street, far removed from the glaring lights of the main district, before pulling up to a sleek, understated brick building with a single, unlit iron door. It was an exclusive Hanwoo beef omakase spot, completely hidden from the public, requiring reservations weeks in advance, or, in Hyunjin's case, a very specific favor called in the moment she had agreed to tonight.

He cut the engine, the sudden quiet inside the car making her proximity feel twice as loud. He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned fully in his seat, resting his elbow on the console so he could look at her properly. "I know a chef who doesn't mind keeping the kitchen open late for the right crowd," he said, his voice dropping into that smooth, confidential register. He let his eyes trace the line of her throat, his gaze lingering on the necklace she had been playing with before rising back to her eyes. "No cameras, no background noise, and the best food in the city. I figured after a month of waiting, you deserved something a little more substantial than a cheap line." He flashed her a slow, challenging smile, his hand reaching for his door handle. "Let's see if it meets your standards."

Lisa’s gaze lingered on the building for a second after the engine died, taking in the understated exterior, the kind of place people only found through money, reputation, or the right name whispered to the right person. No cameras shoved in her face the second she stepped out of the car. No managers blowing up her phone because someone spotted her somewhere “inconvenient."

It was thoughtful.

Carefully chosen.

She liked that more than she expected to.

The silence settling inside the car felt different now, quieter, heavier somehow. The city noise dulled outside while his attention stayed entirely on her, impossible not to notice in the confined space between them.

Not that Lisa minded being looked at.

She turned her head slowly toward him as he spoke, dark eyes flicking briefly to the hand resting against the console before returning to his face. Then lower for half a second when his gaze caught on her necklace.

Lisa noticed that too.

Of course she did.

A faint smile touched the corner of her mouth as their eyes kept finding each other with almost dangerous consistency slow, unwavering. An unspoken battle of who would look away first, while neither of them ever really intended to lose.

Then, naturally, she tilted the moment slightly back in her favor.

"Look at you."

Her gaze continued to remain on him, same amused look on her face as his.

"Calling in favors, secret little restaurants… all this over a girl you “kinda” missed."

The tease was lighter this time. Less sharp. Just enough to poke at his ego without ruining the moment he’d clearly put effort into. Reaching for the door handle, stepping out first, the cool Seoul night wrapping briefly around her as the heels of her boots met the pavement with quiet confidence. The city lights caught against the dark silk and leather, long black hair shifting lightly over her shoulder as she straightened.

She paused beside the car instead of walking ahead immediately, one hand resting loosely against the roof while she glanced toward the hidden entrance, then back at him with faint amusement lingering in her eyes.

"Well?"

A slight lift of her brow.

"You spent a month setting the mood, Hyunjin-ah~, so lead the way."

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Bad Manners in High Jewelry @yourlili

The suffocating scent of expensive lilies and old money hung heavy over the grand ballroom of the Shilla Seoul, but Wonyoung was already entirely over it. They were barely two hours into the Bvlgari annual gala, and the sheer, predictable monotony of it all was suffocating. If she had to endure one more tech billionaire droning on about his latest philanthropic venture, she was going to shatter her crystal champagne flute right onto the pristine marble floor, if only to hear the sound of something breaking.

The diamond-encrusted Serpenti necklace hugging the delicate curve of her throat felt less like a luxury asset and more like a very high-end leash. At least she’d had the foresight to leave her massive wedding ring locked away in her villa safe. If the press caught so much as a glimmer of that particular rock, it would completely ruin her reputation. Besides, tonight wasn’t about being someone's wife. Tonight, she wanted to remember what it felt like to be completely untouchable. With a sharp, dismissive tilt of her chin, she slipped away from a group of minor chaebol heirs, several of whom were her father’s close associates and had known her since she was a child. She didn't bother with a polite excuse. Let them think she was spoiled; being born into one of the country's most powerful dynasties meant never having to apologize for her whims.

Her floor-length, backless gown of liquid midnight-blue pooled around her ankles, sweeping across the floor with a dangerous, quiet grace as she navigated the glittering crowd. To the photographers hovering fifty feet away, she was the picture of pristine, princess-coded perfection. But behind that practiced, doll-like smile, her mind was racing with a restless, chaotic energy. She spotted Lisa standing near the towering ice sculpture, looking effortlessly cool amidst the stuffy elite. Wonyoung didn't hesitate, gliding straight into her personal space with the casual arrogance of a girl who knew the world revolved entirely around her. "If I have to stay here for another five minutes, I'm going to start throwing these hors d'oeuvres at the board members," she murmured. Her voice was a low, petulant purr, completely at odds with the serene smile she kept plastered on her face for the cameras.

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Lisa had learned a long time ago how to survive rooms like this.

Not because she was born into them like Wonyoung had been, but because she built herself into something these people couldn’t ignore. Fame had opened the doors. Money kept them open. And somewhere along the way, she became just as dangerous as the elites who used to look down on girls like her.

Now they invited her everywhere.

Wanted photos with her. Deals with her. Connections through her.

It was almost funny.

Standing near the towering ice sculpture with a champagne glass balanced loosely between manicured fingers, Lisa looked perfectly at home among the luxury and politics of the ballroom. Black silk draped effortlessly against her figure, diamonds flashing at her throat every time the camera lights hit. Untouchable. Expensive. Calm. Even if internally, she found most of these events painfully repetitive.

She noticed Wonyoung approaching before the younger woman even spoke. Lisa’s lips curved faintly around the rim of her champagne glass. "Aim for the investors first." she murmured smoothly. "The board members usually duck faster. " The reply came effortless, perfectly timed beneath the soft orchestra music filling the ballroom.

A camera flash went off nearby.

Lisa shifted automatically toward it. Polished smile. Graceful posture. Every inch the global superstar they expected her to be. The second it passed, the expression disappeared again.

"You lasted longer than I expected tonight."

That carried actual amusement.

Her eyes drifted briefly toward the crowd Wonyoung had escaped from. Older businessmen, luxury executives, heirs pretending they were more important than they actually were. Lisa knew the type too well. Men who suddenly acted enlightened because they discovered female idols could make them money. "What was it this time?" she asked lightly. "Somebody explaining the economy to you like you weren’t smarter than half this room? Or did they try to explain your own world to you like you weren’t the one they were here to impress?"

Then her gaze shifted across the ballroom again, scanning, reading, calculating without effort. People who thought they were subtle. People who weren’t.

"You know…"

A small tilt of her head.

"This place is getting predictable."

Her eyes lingered on a man laughing too loudly at something unfunny. His wife stood nearby with a perfect, practiced smile. Polished, composed, carefully maintained like everything else in this room. Not far off, his mistress watched the same scene with a sharper, quieter expression, the kind that didn’t bother pretending anymore.

Same old, same old.

Her gaze then back to Wonyoung. A faint, dangerous kind of amusement settled in her expression.

"We should make the best of the predicament."

A beat.

"Bet on them."

She said it like it was the most normal idea in the world.

Her gaze flicked briefly to a passing businessman, then back to Wonyoung with a slight lift of her brow.

"Who approaches first. Who embarrasses themselves within five minutes. Who’s actually powerful enough not to. "

A soft hum.

"Makes this whole thing at least a little entertaining."

Then, almost lazily, she swirled her champagne once.

"In a room full of people playing power games… we might as well be the better players. "

Lisa slowed her steps slightly when he stepped out of the car. Not enough to call it hesitation, more like recognition. Expression unreadable in the way she had mastered over years of cameras and people constantly trying to read too much into her face. But her eyes flicked over him once, quietly taking in the adjusted hair, the familiar confidence, it amused her. "Mm." A soft hum left her first as she stopped near him, close enough now to catch the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the cold Seoul night air.

"You texted me like five minutes ago~" The corner of her mouth lifted slightly at that, subtle but there. Then her gaze narrowed just a little when he lingered instead of moving back from the car door. Still looking. Still doing that. Lisa noticed. Of course she did.

"Besides… "

A small pause, eyes still on him.

"It took you what? A month to get here? "

The words came smooth, teasing, but measured. Never fully giving away where she stood. A faint shift in her expression followed, just enough to edge into something sharper.

"But for a look like that… "

Her gaze stayed on him a second longer.

"I suppose I can also forgive the wait. "

A beat.

Then, quieter, almost like she was turning his own words back on him with intent.

" Or maybe not. We’ll see. "

Her eyes held his for another moment before she finally slipped into the passenger seat, expensive rings catching briefly against the door frame under the streetlight.

The soft click of the car door closing behind her did nothing to break the sudden, electric tension she had left hanging in the air. Hyunjin stayed exactly where he was for a beat, his hand still resting on the handle, a slow, genuine laugh escaping his lips.

We’ll see.

She was sharp. Dangerous, even. The way she had effortlessly thrown his own words right back at him, using his rhythm against him, made his blood run hot. He loved a challenge, and Lisa wasn't just meeting him halfway, she was rewriting the rules of the game on the fly. He walked around the hood of the car, his eyes fixed on her silhouette through the windshield, before slipping back into the driver’s seat. The enclosed space instantly filled with her presence, a faint trace of her perfume cutting right through the familiar scent of his leather interior. Hyunjin buckled his seatbelt, turning his head to look at her. The dim dashboard lights caught the sharp angles of his face, casting long shadows that hid the true depth of the intensity in his eyes. He rested one wrist on top of the steering wheel, shifting his posture so he was leaning slightly toward her. "A month?" he repeated, his voice dropping into a low, amused register that felt entirely too intimate for the quiet confines of the car. "Come on. A guy has to be strategic. If I asked you out the second we touched down in Seoul, you would’ve thought I was desperate." He gave her a quick, wicked little smirk, not denying the accusation for a single second. He liked that she noticed the timeline. It meant she had been counting the days, too, even if she’d never admit it.

"But if you're going to keep score..." he reached over, his fingers brushing intentionally close to her knee as he shifted the car into gear. He didn't pull away immediately, letting his gaze drop to her lips before flicking back up to hook into her eyes. "I guess I'll just have to make sure tonight is worth the thirty-day wait. Any objections?" Without waiting for an answer, he pressed his foot to the gas, pulling the car smoothly away from the curb and melting into the Seoul traffic.

Lisa sank comfortably into the passenger seat, the soft click of the door shutting between them, only making the space feel smaller somehow. Warmer. More aware. She watched him quietly while he spoke, dark eyes tracing the sharp lines of his face lit by the passing dashboard lights, catching the amusement sitting underneath all that carefully controlled confidence. Strategic.

That made her smile slightly.

Not sweet. Not soft. Dangerous, if anything.

"Strategic?" she repeated slowly, like she was testing the word for herself.

Her gaze moved over him once more, deliberate this time.

"That’s cute."

The compliment somehow sounded more like a challenge coming from her. She noticed the way his hand brushed close to her knee when he shifted gears. Intentional enough not to be accidental. Careful enough to see if she’d react.

Lisa’s eyes flicked downward briefly before lifting back to his without hurry.

Still calm. Always calm.

"A whole month just to decide you missed me." A faint tilt of her head followed. "You really do take your time, Hyunjin-ah~" No accusation in it. If anything, she sounded entertained, the way his name rolled off her tongue smooth, like she knew exactly what it would do to him. At his last question, she didn’t answer. If she had objections, she’d still be home with Leo and Lola instead of sitting in his expensive car. The Seoul lights slipped across her face as the car merged into traffic. Lisa leaned back comfortably now, crossing one leg over the other with effortless confidence, like she already belonged there. One arm rested loosely against the door while the other played absentmindedly with the long necklace resting against her chest, fingers tracing the chain slowly. Her gaze drifted between him and the streets passing outside, lingering just long enough each time to be noticed. "So…" her voice came smooth, unhurried.

"What place is supposedly good enough to make up for the thirty-day wait?" A small pause.

Then the corner of her mouth lifted again nothing but playfulness in her tone.

"And don’t say your place. I’ve heard those lines before."

The message sat on her screen for a few seconds longer than it should have.

i’m outside

Lisa didn’t move right away. Leo noticed first, head lifting slightly from where he was lying near the couch, alert but calm. Lola, half-asleep on a blanket, didn’t care at all. Lisa, though… she stared at the screen. One month. Bali came back in fragments. The music. The bar. The dancing. His teasing smile when he stole her water bottle just to make her chase him for it. It hadn’t felt like anything specific at the time, just another night, another face in a crowded room full of familiar faces. But somehow, it stayed anyway. Not loudly. Just… there. And then later, him disappearing into the crowd without a word. She had noticed. She just hadn’t had the space to do anything with it. Too many other things at once, schedules, company pressure, the recent breakup fallout still circling her life like background noise she couldn’t fully turn off. Even now, she wasn’t really getting a break from anything. And yet his message sat there like it didn’t care about any of that.

it's been a while. Kinda missed u

That made her lips lift slightly, not a smile exactly, more like a quiet reaction she didn’t bother to stop. Her thumb tapped the screen once. Then she stood. No rush. No visible shift in expression. Just that quiet decision made without overthinking it. Leo got up slightly as she moved past him.

" Stay." she said simply, not even looking back. He stayed.

Lisa walked to her room. Leather jacket. Fitted pants. A lace top underneath that wasn’t trying to be loud, just expensive in that effortless way she always carried. Long black hair cascading down her back. She paused for half a second in front of the mirror. Not checking. Just there.

Bali flickered again, not the dancing, not the noise, but the feeling of him somewhere in it. Present enough to notice. Gone enough to be remembered.

Her expression didn’t change.

She grabbed her keys.

And left.

The minutes inside the car ticked by with an agonizing sort of slowness. Hyunjin leaned forward, tilting the rearview mirror downward until his own reflection stared back at him under the dim overhead light. He reached up, his long fingers threading through his hair, expertly flicking a few stray, dark strands into place. He checked his jawline, and sighed, letting his hand drop back to the steering wheel. He wasn't necessarily nervous, he didn't really do nervous, but the anticipation was a living, breathing thing coiled tightly in his chest.

When she finally emerged, he felt his breath hitch slightly, though he kept his posture entirely fluid and relaxed. She looked devastating. The effortless wealth of the lace top, the sharp structure of the leather jacket, and the way her long black hair caught the faint glow of the streetlights as she walked, it was exactly the Muse he had been drawing from memory for the last four weeks. Only better. Seeing her in three dimensions made the sketches in his notebook feel entirely hollow. He didn't wait for her to reach the car. Hyunjin pushed his door open, stepping out into the cool evening air. He leaned one elbow casually against the roof of his car, his dark eyes locked onto her as she approached. The cool, teasing confidence from Bali was back in an instant, masking the intense obsession that had been brewing in his head for a month.

"You took your time," he murmured, his voice smooth and laced with a quiet amusement. He reached out, his hand moving to open the passenger door for her, but he didn't step back immediately. Instead, he lingered close, his gaze dropping to take her in for a lingering second before meeting her eyes again. "But for a look like that? I suppose I can forgive the wait. Long time no see, Lalisa."

Lisa slowed her steps slightly when he stepped out of the car. Not enough to call it hesitation, more like recognition. Expression unreadable in the way she had mastered over years of cameras and people constantly trying to read too much into her face. But her eyes flicked over him once, quietly taking in the adjusted hair, the familiar confidence, it amused her. "Mm." A soft hum left her first as she stopped near him, close enough now to catch the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the cold Seoul night air.

"You texted me like five minutes ago~" The corner of her mouth lifted slightly at that, subtle but there. Then her gaze narrowed just a little when he lingered instead of moving back from the car door. Still looking. Still doing that. Lisa noticed. Of course she did.

"Besides… "

A small pause, eyes still on him.

"It took you what? A month to get here? "

The words came smooth, teasing, but measured. Never fully giving away where she stood. A faint shift in her expression followed, just enough to edge into something sharper.

"But for a look like that… "

Her gaze stayed on him a second longer.

"I suppose I can also forgive the wait. "

A beat.

Then, quieter, almost like she was turning his own words back on him with intent.

" Or maybe not. We’ll see. "

Her eyes held his for another moment before she finally slipped into the passenger seat, expensive rings catching briefly against the door frame under the streetlight.

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A heavy, comfortable silence filled the interior of the car, broken only by the soft, rhythmic hum of the engine idling. Hyunjin leaned back against the leather seat, his fingers tapping a restless beat against the steering wheel. It had been almost a month. A whole, agonizing month since the Bali wedding.

To anyone else, their interaction there might have seemed brief, a fleeting moment amidst a high-profile celebration. But Hyunjin hadn’t been able to take his eyes off Lisa from the second she walked into the dancefloor. He was wired that way, unfortunately or fortunately; he developed swift, intense obsessions over people who caught his attention. Right now, she was his singular focus. How could she not be? She was effortlessly beautiful, striking, and possessed a magnetic kind of allure that had completely derailed his train of thought for weeks. He would never admit it aloud, but the pages of his sketchbook were currently filled with her likeness. Every time he found himself bored or drifting, his charcoal found its way back to the slope of her shoulder, the sharp line of her jaw, the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed. It was excessive, maybe even a little borderline, but that was just how he operated. He loved beautiful things, and right now, she was the epitome of it.

Because he absolutely loathed waiting around for fate to do the heavy lifting, he had finally taken the leap and asked her to hang out. And because patience wasn't his strongest suit, it had to be tonight. When she actually agreed, a thrill of genuine satisfaction had cut through his usual cool exterior. Now, he was here. He put the car in park, the headlights cutting through the dim evening light right outside her place. Picking up his phone, he kept the message short and entirely to the point.

Hyunjin: i'm outside

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The message sat on her screen for a few seconds longer than it should have.

i’m outside

Lisa didn’t move right away. Leo noticed first, head lifting slightly from where he was lying near the couch, alert but calm. Lola, half-asleep on a blanket, didn’t care at all. Lisa, though… she stared at the screen. One month. Bali came back in fragments. The music. The bar. The dancing. His teasing smile when he stole her water bottle just to make her chase him for it. It hadn’t felt like anything specific at the time, just another night, another face in a crowded room full of familiar faces. But somehow, it stayed anyway. Not loudly. Just… there. And then later, him disappearing into the crowd without a word. She had noticed. She just hadn’t had the space to do anything with it. Too many other things at once, schedules, company pressure, the recent breakup fallout still circling her life like background noise she couldn’t fully turn off. Even now, she wasn’t really getting a break from anything. And yet his message sat there like it didn’t care about any of that.

it's been a while. Kinda missed u

That made her lips lift slightly, not a smile exactly, more like a quiet reaction she didn’t bother to stop. Her thumb tapped the screen once. Then she stood. No rush. No visible shift in expression. Just that quiet decision made without overthinking it. Leo got up slightly as she moved past him.

" Stay." she said simply, not even looking back. He stayed.

Lisa walked to her room. Leather jacket. Fitted pants. A lace top underneath that wasn’t trying to be loud, just expensive in that effortless way she always carried. Long black hair cascading down her back. She paused for half a second in front of the mirror. Not checking. Just there.

Bali flickered again, not the dancing, not the noise, but the feeling of him somewhere in it. Present enough to notice. Gone enough to be remembered.

Her expression didn’t change.

She grabbed her keys.

And left.

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Hank's nails clicking somewhat impatiently against the polished floor before she could even reach the huge oak door properly.

Click. Click-click.

Click. Click-click. Click.

Click-click-click. Click. Click.

One hand curled loosely around the black YSL leash while the other adjusts the sleeve half covering freshly manicured fingers. Platinum blonde hair tucked behind one ear only to fall back again immediately. Neutral tote bag hanging from shoulder slipping slightly when Hank pulls forward harder, tail already beginning to betray him. Carrying contents definitely unnecessary to bring for what was supposed to be just a simple playdate and the highly sought after yap sesh.

Dog treats. Two tiny luxury dog hoodies, matching in Chrome Hearts, unmistakably bought on impulse while in New York. And a bottle of expensive makgeolli from Haenam-gu.

And no, the MET Gala mini reunion did not count at all.

❝ Hankypoo. ❞ Murmuring, automatic yet fond, voice soft from disuse more than actual scolding. ❝ I know you're excited to see your girlfriend but please at least pretend you came to see Lisa first, hm? ❞

Thumb pressing the doorbell once.

Then another a second later.

Impatient lips pursing as she shifts her weight back onto one leg.

❝ Lilipoooooooooooop~ ❞