Like he hadn't just dropped a bomb, Raven turned away from Mi Rae as if nothing happened. His movements were deliberate, unhurried… too calm for what he'd just done.
Mi Rae stood frozen, her throat tightening as the name rang in her ears.
Her real name. The name she had buried, the one she swore no one in Korea would ever hear again.
How? How did he…
Her hands began to tremble before she even realized it. The noise of the studio blurred into a single static hum. She felt her heart pounding against her ribs, painfully.
Raven, meanwhile, had already walked toward where Han Jehoon was posing. Jehoon looked over, curious, then smiled. It was a professional smile, the kind designed to charm cameras and pacify reporters, but even he seemed slightly wary.
Although he had to maintain his composure in public, he still couldn't show too much calmness in front of Raven. That asshole.
"Raven-hyung," Jehoon greeted lightly. "Didn't expect to see you here today."
