My Best Coincidence (Seventeen S.Coups)

Part 6

The next four hours flew by in a blur. I spent an inordinate amount of time trying on various outfits, each one falling short of my expectations. Frustration mounted as nothing seemed to fit quite right. Finally, I settled on a simple yet flattering ensemble: a white top paired with jeans. It was basic, but it accentuated my figure in a way that felt both comfortable and stylish.

I gave myself one last look in the mirror. My long brown hair was straightened with a few loose curls to add some shape. My makeup was natural, with a touch of mascara to highlight my large eyes. The simplicity of my outfit was offset by a biker jacket, adding a cool edge. I felt both comfortable and beautiful. With a final spritz of perfume, I grabbed my bag and keys and left the house to wait for the car.

Within five minutes, a large black car pulled up beside me. It was easily recognizable as the type of vehicle the boys from Seventeen often used after their schedules. A man stepped out from the driver's seat.

"Hello. Are you Ms. Lia?" he asked.

"Yes, that's me," I replied, bowing slightly.

"I'm one of Seventeen's managers," he introduced himself with a bow. "S.Coups asked me to pick you up and bring you to the company. He's waiting for you."

I nodded, and he gestured for me to get into the car. As we drove, my mind raced with thoughts about how many people at the company knew about me. It was common knowledge that companies didn't want their artists involved in romantic scandals. I worried about how this might affect my life.

We arrived at the company's private parking lot after passing through a tunnel. The manager guided me through a series of corridors and rooms, all of which looked new and smelled expensive. I would definitely get lost if left alone here.

"S.Coups is waiting for you in that room," the manager said suddenly, pointing to a door. Nervousness returned as I approached it.

Opening the door, I found a spacious room with some sofas and a table, reminiscent of the lounges from their YouTube videos. At one corner, S.Coups was seated on a sofa, sipping coffee and looking at his phone. As soon as he heard the door, he looked up and smiled at me.

He was dressed in an oversized black tee, jeans, and Nike sneakers, exuding effortless coolness. His hair was a faded reddish hue, different from the vibrant color he had sported at the Seattle concert but still striking. He was even more handsome in person. I was in awe.

"Hi! Welcome, Lia!" he greeted, standing up and approaching me.

"Hello!" I bowed again.

"Oh, no need for formality," he said, waving off my bow. "We can speak informally. I prefer that with people around my age," he explained with a tender smile.

"Alright," I smiled back.

We sat down on the sofa he had been on. "How have you been?" he asked. "I'm sorry I haven't been in touch. We've been very busy with preparations for our next comeback, and I haven't had any time," he apologized.

"It's okay, I figured you must be working hard," I said, smiling.

"Yeah, we have. This next comeback is going to be huge, and we need to perfect our choreographies," he said with a hint of pride.

"That's great! But you should be careful not to overwork yourself," I said, concerned.

He gave me a cute smile. "Don't worry, we're fine. But let's talk about you. I really want to know more about the beautiful girl from the concert. Tell me your story," he said eagerly. My cheeks reddened, and I laughed.

"I'm nothing special. Just a girl from Seattle. I'm 25 and studied engineering. My best friend Hana and I moved here to add some excitement to our lives. I found a job with a nice company, and now here I am," I summarized.