XVI - Flying High

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"When she was gone, my life felt empty.

She was— is— my everything."

- Son Jaemin

August 27th, 2020

I refuse to believe that today is real.

Seraphine let out a deep breath as she drove up the winding and curving mountain road to the K/DA house. Her hands tightened around the wheel of her car in an attempt to fight off the sheer nervousness that she felt. Even as she did so, her hands and fingers tingled with anxiety, and that sensation spread throughout her entire body like a wildfire. And eventually, Seraphine pulled up to a large, enclosed black gate with an intercom at its side.

She rolled her window down and cleared her throat.

"H— hello, this is Yeng Seraphine. I was invited to this house by Ahri, and..." She trailed off, not sure what else to say.

Fortunately, someone responded to her. And Seraphine immediately recognized the voice. "Hey, Seraphine," Ahri greeted. "Gate should be opening up now. Feel free to just park in the middle of the driveway. See you inside."

The intercom clicked silent, and the gate drifted apart to reveal the wonder that existed beyond it.

The view was picturesque— an almost unrealistic view of the Los Angeles skyline, and something that seemed to be straight out of a scene from a movie. The early morning sun illuminated the clear, blue sky and bathed the city in gleaming golden light.

Seraphine rolled into the expansive driveway of the K/DA house, and as she did so, she finally got a good look of the house proper.

It was pure, clean modernity at its finest; a beautiful building of black, gold, and glass that echoed K/DA's simplistic grace.. Seraphine found herself staring at the home in complete awe, and slowly began to walk toward the entrance of the household.

Letting out a small, shaky breath, Seraphine rang the doorbell.

It was barely a minute before the door was opened by none other than the leader of K/DA herself: Ahri. And even in her casual clothes— which were still designer— she looked as radiant as the photos and videos that Seraphine had seen her in.

"Morning, Seraphine," Ahri said, her eyes sparkling. "I hope you don't mind my appearance."

"N— no, no! Yo— you look beautiful!" Seraphine's ears turned crimson at her own stutter. Definitely not what you're supposed to say when you first meet your idol. "I mean, uh..."

"Don't worry about it," Ahri waved her off. Pointing to the mask that covered Seraphine's face, she continued. "And you can either keep the mask on or take it off— we trust that you've been safe."

Sera nodded and moved to take off her mask, stuffing it into her pocket.

"Come inside. Everyone's either still in their room or downstairs eating breakfast." She stepped to the side and waved Seraphine inside.

Seraphine, steeling her resolve, stepped through the threshold of the door. It was like walking through a portal into another world— there was something magical about the house, everything from the way it looked to the way it was made, and even more so because of the people that lived in it.

"Welcome to our little home," Ahri said, waving at their surroundings.

The front door opened into an open living room with a clear, glass ceiling that allowed the sun to shine through. On the other side of the living room stood a leather corner sofa, complete with decorative pillows and even a plant on either end. In front of the sofa was a glass coffee table.

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