DANCE WITH THE DEVIL

CHAPTER 9

The hints were intriguing, and Areum's need to complete the puzzle skyrocketed from mild curiosity to obsession. She felt like an underpaid detective, digging deep for answers.

After countless searches, she had nearly considered asking a friend for access to the dark web just to satisfy her curiosity.

Today was supposed to be her rest day—at least that's what she called it. It consisted of a few drinks with Renjun, who had plans for later and left her alone sooner than expected.

Now, Areum leaned against the railing of Cherry High's rooftop deck, trying to sober up amidst the haze of cigarette smoke. With a cup of water in hand, she nearly spilled it when a figure suddenly invaded her space.

For a fleeting moment, she thought it might be Na Jaemin, but quickly dismissed the idea—he wouldn't be here tonight.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt your peace," the stranger said, his English smooth and confident. "I could use some company, but I'll leave if you'd prefer to be alone."

She smiled, intrigued. "No, I think I could use a chat."

"Yangyang," he introduced, flashing a warm grin.

"Areum."

"Are you Korean or...?"

"Half. I'm originally from Canada. How did you know I spoke English?"

"Just a hunch. You have the vibe. I'm from Germany, by the way."

"Wow, that's one of the countries I've always wanted to visit."

"If we hit it off, maybe I could be your tour guide."

They shared a light laugh, gazing at the night sky, where stars twinkled like diamonds. The cool air promised no rain, creating a serene atmosphere.

The silence felt comforting, woven with a subtle connection that made the moment feel effortless. It wasn't awkward; it was simply two souls seeking solace in each other's company.

"Do you want to hit the dance floor?" Yangyang suggested, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"I just came from there. I needed a break," she replied.

"Come on! It'll be fun! Plus, you're not alone now, right?"

Areum hesitated, glancing at her water cup before smiling and nodding. "Sure, you seem nice enough."

She was blissfully unaware of any red flags, captivated by his bright eyes and charming demeanor.

Meanwhile, Jaemin sped toward the bar, adrenaline coursing through him. Normally, his men would handle the dirty work, or Mark would step in with his sharp wits. But tonight, it was up to him.

They weren't just facing a hundred men; they were up against the boss himself. It was said that only a devil could take down another devil.

[Jaemin, you should've called me.]

He pulled up to the bar, quickly stashing his guns under his coat along with his VIP card.