Now, a lot has gone down on our dear Foca's side—but it's time to pivot a little to our lovely Bread Music artists. Is that okay?
Well… you don't get a choice. So let's go.
By the time Bobby and Lili finally left the office, the hotel hallways had gone quiet. Plush carpets muffled their footsteps, the lights dimmed just enough to make everything feel unreal—like the world had exhaled after holding its breath for too long.
"Holy bloody hell…" Bobby muttered.
His mind was running a thousand miles per hour, yet somehow managing to process absolutely nothing.
Lili giggled, watching him fondly.
"I honestly don't even know what I'm feeling right now," Bobby admitted, staring straight ahead. "I feel like I learned way more than I was supposed to. Like—I'm honored. Truly. But also extremely terrified."
Lili smiled softly.
"It just means zhat little bread trusts you zhat much," she said. "And zhat… zhat doesn't come easily for him. Not after… you know."
Bobby did know.
The fact that Sir Foca had been cheated on by a long-time lover wasn't exactly on Bobby's bingo card for the year—but here they were.
Still… it didn't sit right with him.
Why would someone cheat on a man like that?
"What are you zhinking about in zhat cute head of yours?" Lili asked, noticing how quiet he'd gone.
Bobby blinked, then laughed softly.
"Honestly? I'm just wondering why his ex cheated on him when he's such an amazing man. If I were into guys—" He paused abruptly. "You know what? Let's not go there."
Lili giggled, amused—and then, unexpectedly, shrugged.
"You know what?" she said thoughtfully. "Honestly speaking—and please don't get mad—but if little bread wasn't my cousin, I would have wanted to date him too."
Bobby stopped walking for half a second.
"Really?" he asked, genuinely surprised.
"I'm not mad," he added quickly. "Actually… I kinda feel the same way. I mean, not in a cousin way—because I'm not related to him—but in a way—"
"Yeah, yeah," Lili laughed, squeezing his hand. "I get it. Don't worry."
That earned a grin from Bobby.
They fell into a comfortable silence as they walked, fingers still intertwined—neither of them even thinking to let go.
"Today's been quite the rollercoaster, innit?" Bobby said quietly.
"It has," Lili agreed.
She slipped her arm around his, resting her head against his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.
The elevator doors slid shut.
And they stayed just like that the entire ride down—
quiet, grounded, and oddly safe in each other's presence.
****
The elevator finally reached its destination.
The doors slid open—
—and a loud, earth-shattering shriek echoed through the hotel halls, so piercing that nearby guests froze in alarm, genuinely concerned that something catastrophic had just occurred.
What happened?
Simple.
Four Kweens had just laid eyes on their baby boy Bobby…
with a cute Parisian girl clinging to his arm, soft smiles, intimate proximity—like a scene ripped straight out of a YA romance novel.
Their eyes widened.
Breathing turned feral.
"STATE THY NAME, BITCH!" Pink demanded, clutching Aqua, Kitty, and Javi as they huddled together dramatically. "WHY ARE YOU CLINGING TO BOBBY LIKE A CLINGY KOALA?!"
"Guys—calm down—" Bobby tried.
All four Kweens snapped their heads toward him at the exact same time, eyes wide and unblinking.
Bobby immediately shut the fuck up.
Slowly. Very slowly. Almost creepily—
—their heads turned back toward Lili.
Lili giggled, clearly delighted.
Ever since being with Bobby, her once-monochrome life had exploded into color. She hadn't realized how boring things had been before. This kind of chaos?
Yeah. This was what she'd been missing.
"Bonjour," Lili greeted sweetly.
The Kweens gasped in perfect unison.
"She speaks FRENCH," they whispered together, like they'd just witnessed a supernatural event.
Lili giggled again.
"Oui. I'm French," she said, nodding.
Another collective gasp.
"I'm Lili," she continued cheerfully. "And I'm Bobby's girlfriend. Well—at least for now." She smiled wider. "I'll be his wife in a year or two."
"Lili—" Bobby groaned, covering his face as it turned aggressively red.
But then he noticed it.
The Kweens had completely blue-screened.
"Oh no," Bobby said, blinking at them. "Honey, I think you broke them."
And that was it.
Honey.
Bobby hadn't even realized he'd said it. It had just… slipped out. Naturally.
The shrieks that followed were inhuman—so loud they could qualify as a weapon of war.
Simultaneously, the four Kweens executed a flawless high kick into a dramatic dip, eyes closed, collapsing onto the floor like fallen warriors—
deceased, but still serving slay poses.
Heavy footsteps thundered down the hallway.
From one side: Eli, Jordan, Monarch, Nikola, and Yone came rushing in.
From the other: Mika, Kang Ian, August, Ahn Jae, and Silas.
They skidded to a stop.
On the floor lay four Kweens. Motionless. Dramatic. Slaying.
"What the fuck is happening?" Eli asked, staring in disbelief—before immediately laughing.
The Kweens, still with their eyes closed, pointed dramatically toward Bobby and Lili.
Everyone followed their direction.
There stood Bobby—flustered and pink—and beside him, a beautiful, elegant young woman clinging to his arm, smiling sweetly and waving.
She looked… very familiar.
After all, she and Bobby had been internet discourse for weeks now.
"Bonjour," Lili greeted warmly. "Hi, I'm Lili. Bobby's girlfriend. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
"Ohhh…" Jordan nodded slowly. "So… it's official?"
Bobby nodded, still blushing like he'd been caught committing a crime.
"HOLY SHIT, DUDE," Eli blurted out. "Sir Foca already knows?"
"Oui," Lili answered brightly.
"And he allowed it?" Ahn Jae asked, visibly stunned.
Kang Ian, Silas, and August looked just as shocked—coming from an industry where dating as an idol was practically a capital offense.
"Yeah," Bobby admitted. "He was… surprisingly accepting."
Bobby glanced down at the Kweens still on the floor.
"Uh… guys? You can get up now…"
Their eyes flew open instantly.
Everyone jumped.
The Kweens rose dramatically, brushing themselves off like nothing happened, then stared Bobby and Lili down.
"SPILL," Aqua demanded.
"Everythingggggggggggggggg…" the others whispered in unison—long, low, and ominous.