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twenty-seven

(two and a half months later...)

"i don't see where the problem is," yeoreum briefly looks at haerin who is sitting on the passenger side, before setting her eyes back on the road. "you're about to be the last eligible lady in our team. you know, there's two and a half million gentlemen here."

"well, i'd settle for just one." haerin states, a smile threatening to appear on her face. her eyes are looking at the scenery outside while her mind wanders to someone special.

yeoreum notices the latter's subtle behaviour, she knows that haerin could be talking about yohan. yes, that is her plan. her plan to make haerin realises that the feelings she stores for yohan is more than just a silly little crush.

"good thing i took care of that." yeoreum smirks. haerin faces the older in an instant, confusion clouds her face.

"what do you mean?"

"open the glove box." yeoreum blurts, gesturing to the compartment built into the dashboard over the front-seat of haerin's footwell.

haerin does as she was told, opening the glove box without hesitation. she finds a white envelope, the appearing patterns and a golden wax seal on it catch her interest. haerin sends a look at yeoreum about the envelope and yeoreum signals her to open and read it.

"you are cordially invited to the exclusive fashion show..." haerin mutters, stopping her sentence midway as she reads further into what seem to be an invitation card. after awhile she returns to yeoreum. "who is this for?"

"it's for you."

"this is the new season of seoul fashion week! how?" haerin is completely baffled.

yeoreum raises her eyebrows with a proud smile on her lips as she explains, "our studio has been widely acknowledged after x1 became our clients. some admired our pictorials and designs. one of them happened to be an acquaintance of mine who is in a person in charge of the seoul fashion week this season. so she wanted to invite you 'cause well, you are the director."

haerin stares at the older in awe, her speechlessness causes yeoreum to laugh at her reaction which she finds it funny and adorable.

of course she did... haerin thinks. she has to remind herself about yeoreum's network in the industry she is working, it should not be a surprising fact about this sorta socialist friend of hers.

"do you wanna know one more thing?" yeoreum asks haerin.

"what?"

"yohan is invited too."

"what?!"

"you're welcome!"

haerin's mouth opens so wide she starts covering it with her hand, extremely flabbergasted with that significant piece of information. "han yeoreum, you really..." she shakes her head with a knowing smile. "are you trying to set me up with yohan?"

"what are you going to do if i say yes?"

"i don't know you tell me— yeoreum! your nose..." haerin gasps, her heart skips a beat as she sees a thin trickle of blood running from yeoreum's nose.

"huh?" yeoreum places a finger above her lips, feeling something warm and liquidlike coming out of her nose.

"yeoreum, pull over right now please," haerin commands while handing out tissues for the older, still panicking. "let me drive. we need to get you comfortable."

yeoreum nods in agreement as she drives the car to the nearest side of the road to make an emergency halt. a few minutes later, haerin is now driving while yeoreum sits at the passenger seat, attempting to stop the blood flow inside her nose.