Joon-ho could still hear Harin's laughter echoing in his ears as he left the Grand Meridian's lobby. The memory was barely minutes old, yet it already felt like another life—Harin, arms folded, giving him that mock-stern look, standing between him and Mirae like a guard at a velvet rope.
"Go find something useful to do, oppa," she'd teased, eyes glinting with mischief. "We'll return Mirae in one piece tomorrow, promise. But tonight, she's ours."
He'd played along, adopting a wounded pout, pressing a hand dramatically to his chest. "Should I be worried? Or are you going to try to steal her for your agency instead?"
