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THE TERRACE OF INHA'S OPULENT HOUSE UNFOLDS BEFORE ME, a canvas bathed in the silvery glow of the moon. Inha and Taeo sit amidst the trappings of luxury, their faces illuminated by the soft flicker of candlelight and the amber hues of expensive liquor. As I approach, a smirk tugs at the corners of my lips, the irony not lost on me as I speak.
"Finally, a night without Na Hyewon," I drawl, my words dripping with sarcasm, punctuated by the click of my heels against the polished tiles. Their reactions are as expected – Taeo's eager grin, Inha's subtle scowl – a dance of emotions beneath the veneer of civility.
Taeo, ever the admirer, greets me with reverence, affectionately referring to me as "Soo-Soo." His adoration is palpable, a sweet melody to my ears, though I know it's but a fleeting infatuation. Inha, on the other hand, chooses to assert his defiance with a mixture of desire and resentment, addressing me as "Jinny." His eyes betray a storm of conflicting emotions, a turbulent sea crashing against the shore of his pride.
Seating between them, I bask in the tension in the air, a delicate balance of power and desire. Pouring myself a drink, I revel in the symphony of their unease, savoring the taste of control on my tongue.
"Boys, boys," I purr, a velvet caress that sends tremors through their resolve. "What mischief have you been up to in my absence?"
Taeo's nervous laughter fills the space, his fingers trembling as they grasp his glass. His words are laced with admiration, a feeble attempt to curry favor in my presence. Inha, ever the enigma, meets my gaze with defiance, his bitterness veiled beneath a facade of composure.
"I'm sorry for having to steal your second boyfriend, Inha, but I'll have to take Taeo," I remark, my voice dripping with honeyed sarcasm as I place a hand on Inha's shoulder. Taeo's gaze ignites with a flash of anger, his eyes narrowing at the intimate gesture.
Inha's response is laden with resignation, his words carrying the weight of unspoken truths. "Do what you want, you won't listen to me anyway," he retorts, his lips curling into a bitter smile as he takes a sip of his drink.
As Taeo's hand subtly encircles my wrist, a smirk plays at the corners of my lips. His jealousy fuels my amusement, a silent testament to my power over him. "You're right, Inha. I never listen to anyone but myself," I murmur, my voice a velvet whisper hanging between us.
