ㅤAn inseparable couple they once was. Fujimoto YN and Hokazono Iroha, the power couple of their class soon crumbles into pieces.
ㅤTheir lives drift apart as Iroha enters R U NEXT and gets into the final lineup for her group ILLIT. But just when thin...
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✯¸.•´ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ'•.¸✯ ❝ Last Time on... “Maybe This Time?” ❞
ㅤ“W–WHAT THE FUCKKKK???!?” YN screamed in fear.
ㅤ“Okay good, the photos are taken, Samara-san, abort. I repeat, we have the photos.” ㅤ“Understood, I’ll leave now. You better not mess this up Kim-san.” ㅤ“I’ll relay the message!”
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ㅤThe dark skies loomed from beyond the window of this small office. The night sky just barely illuminating inside as the only thing glistening in the office was a small lamp, just barely able to see the two figures in the dark.
ㅤOn the ground were a couple of crumbled up cigarettes, and bunch of flown off documents. A bright screen of the laptop was seen on the table, just making out the face of the man.
ㅤ“So how sure are you about this?” A feminine voice called out.
ㅤManager Kim and a woman stood before each other. Kim sat in his chair as a table separated the two of them while the woman stood up from her chair.
ㅤ“I’m only following orders. The higher-ups want to make sure that no external forces can disrupt ILLIT's debut.” He said. ㅤ“So let me get this straight. You want me to seduce Iroha’s “boyfriend” so you can take a photo and show it to Iroha.” The woman said. ㅤ“Precisely.” ㅤ“But wouldn’t that just mess with Iroha’s head?” ㅤ“As a child, they’ll believe almost everything they’re shown. Especially when it’s something that stemmed from their own decision.” He reclined. ㅤ“So because you made them break up, Iroha will believe a couple of photos?” ㅤ“That’s my desired outcome.” He nodded. ㅤ“Aish… Fine, I’ll do it. Just link the money to my account after I’ve done it. Samara-san would take the photo.” She said. ㅤ“Why her? I have my own photographer—” ㅤ“Personal preference.” She cut him off. ㅤHe sighed, “Whatever gets the job done.”
