Yura smiled. Not a fake. Not loaded with anything. Just an easy, knowing smile, the kind that said I see you and I'm doing just fine, and then, with full awareness of what she was doing, she winked.
And turned back to the guy and kept moving, her hips rolling back against him in a slow grind that was not subtle and was not meant to be.
Daehyun made a low sound beside her.
"She is definitely not thinking about Haejin sunbae anymore," he said quietly.
"Clearly."
"I mean that page is not just turned. She shredded it." He watched for another second. "Good for her though. Honestly."
"You think she's drunk?"
"Pleasantly. But also just free." He tilted his head. "She was always so careful before. Everything calculated. What the company thought, what the public thought, what the other artists thought. She was never just a person in a room, you know? She was always also a brand standing in a room."
