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[Helium ] - [Enhypen]



It started with a clipboard.

Rosalia's, to be exact color-coded, bullet-pointed, and trembling slightly in her grip as she scanned the event schedule with her sharp, mascaraed eyes. Her nails tapped a tense rhythm against the plastic cover as she paced near the velvet-draped curtain of the modern hall-turned-venue.

"She's going to combust," whispered one of the junior stylists backstage, watching from behind a rolling rack of garments.

The event wasn't small. It never was when Liliana's name was printed on the flyer. What was originally pitched as an intimate, artsy afternoon. had exploded into a press-heavy, influencer-infested chaos the moment Lily confirmed attendance. Cameras were outside. Fashion bloggers were inside. And somewhere in that crowd, a time bomb was ticking.

Her name was Xinxin.

Another author. Another bestseller. Another face on too many moodboards. Her writing was known for being dreamlike and devastating. Her heels were always razor-sharp. And unfortunately, she was now dating a certain F1 driver that the internet had once shipped well still shipped with Lily.

Rosalia's voice cracked through the backstage noise like a slap to the room.

"Sunghoon might be here."

She didn't whisper. She didn't brace anyone. She just said it, flat and factual, and let the fallout settle on the woman seated in the makeup chair.

Lily didn't look up. She didn't need to. Her expression in the mirror didn't change brows calm, lips painted in a sharp red that dared anyone to speak out of turn.

"I figured," she said, voice smooth as glass.

"People are going to talk."

"They always do."

Rosalia made a frustrated noise and folded her arms. "Of course they're going to talk. But ignore them. You're very good at that."

That made Lily chuckle a soft, jaded sound, tucked between dry amusement and exhaustion. The kind of laugh you give when someone tells you to do what you've always done, like it hasn't been costing you something every time.

Rosalia didn't flinch. Still glued to the clipboard. Still refusing eye contact.

She was mad. But not about the press. Not about Xinxin. Not even about Sunghoon.

No, she was still angry about yesterday.

"I didn't ghost you," Lily murmured as the makeup artist gently tilted her chin. "I was just... too tired to answer."

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