high flying love ¦ lee jeno

ch ; 04

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You Played it Back

The evening sun dipped below the rooftops, casting a warm glow over Seohyun's cozy apartment. Inside, a scene straight out of a fashion magazine unfolded.

Clothes were strewn across the living room floor, discarded garments in a mix of colors and textures. Yura sat perched on a stool, her eyes wide as Seohyun held a black dress aloft, scrutinizing it with the critical eye of a stylist.

"This one," Seohyun declared, tossing the dress onto the bed with a decisive flourish. "It's perfect."

Yura eyed the garment with a mixture of apprehension and grudging admiration. It was a simple black sundress, but the cut cleverly accentuated her curves. The straps tied playfully over her shoulders, and a delicate bow sat nestled at the small of her back.

"Unnie, I don't know," she mumbled, tugging self-consciously at the hem of the dress already hanging on her friend's bedroom door. "This feels a bit… overdressed for a first date."

Seohyun snorted. "Overdressed? Yura, you haven't even seen the monstrosities they call casual wear in Italy. Trust me, this is perfect. Classic, elegant, and shows off your amazing figure."

With a gentle but firm hand, Seohyun ushered Yura into the bathroom. Minutes later, she emerged, her wavy hair cascading down her shoulders in a carefree halo. Seohyun, armed with an array of makeup brushes and a mischievous grin, expertly applied a touch of mascara and a subtle rose tint to Yura's cheeks.

"There," Seohyun announced, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "You look stunning, Yura. Now, for the finishing touch."

She reached into a jewelry box, pulling out a delicate gold necklace adorned with a single shimmering pendant. With practiced ease, she clasped it around Yura's neck, the gold catching the fading light from the window.

"A little something to add a touch of glamour," Seohyun explained.

Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, Yura had to admit, she barely recognized herself. The woman staring back at her was more confident, more captivating than the one who had boarded the plane just a day ago.

"Wow, Unnie..." she breathed, a genuine smile playing on her lips. "Thank you. I actually feel… good."

Seohyun grinned, clapping her hands together. "You always do! Now, let's strategize the best way to charm this man."

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As Seohyun expertly drove down the bustling streets of Milan, Yura's nerves began to take center stage. The playful banter and excitement of the afternoon evaporated, replaced by a suffocating wave of panic. Images of disastrous conversations and awkward silences flooded her mind.

What was she even going to say? How would she explain this bizarre set-up, a blind date orchestrated by her friend's relationship woes? Her carefully constructed plans to explain the whole "dating app mishap" to the man seemed ridiculous now, a jumbled mess of words that would only deepen the awkwardness.

Yura's mind raced. 'Hi, actually, I'm the friend of the person you matched with on the app,' she talked to herself, wincing at how bad it already sounded. 'And well I'm so not down with these dating apps cause not only it is dangerous, but also can be complicated, by the way Seohyun has a boyfriend and all this is just a mistake due to them fighting and this was Seohyun's impulsive decision, and that I was just her counter part, hopefully you won't take it against her or me, she's a very wonderful person-' Yeah, Yura was in a mental catastrophe.