"We're talking now."
"You know what I mean."
"I really don't have time. Lots to do before Friday."
She finished his contour.
Started on his eyes.
His hand caught her wrist.
Gentle but firm.
"Please."
The word was barely a whisper.
She looked at him.
Really looked.
Saw something raw in his expression.
Something vulnerable.
But then Yura's voice cut through the moment.
"Oppa! There you are!"
She breezed into the room.
All smiles and perfume.
Headed straight for Haejin.
He dropped Soorin's wrist.
"I brought you coffee," Yura said sweetly.
Held out a cup.
"Thanks."
"And I was thinking—for the beach party? We should coordinate outfits. Wear matching colors."
"Sure. Whatever you want."
Soorin stepped back.
"I need to grab something. Another stylist can finish."
She walked away before anyone could respond.
Found Daehyun in the hallway.
"You okay?" he asked immediately.
"Fine."
"You're a terrible liar."
"I know."
He pulled her into a side room.
Empty. Quiet.
