The bouncer gave them a once-over—Olympic lanyards, too-clean faces, the nervous energy of a team high on victory and possibility—then waved them past the velvet rope. Inside, the club was a living thing: lights sliced through haze and heat, the air throbbed with music so loud it pulsed in Ji-hye's ribs, and everywhere, bodies moved in a wild, joyous swarm. The place was packed—athletes still in their team jackets or country colors, celebrities clustered in VIP corners, beautiful people from every country, every sport, all blurring into one massive, glittering celebration.
