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-Valentine Raw-

February 9th, 2026
9:20 AM

You stepped out of your bathroom with a towel draped loosely around your shoulders, defined curls from a successful wash day dripping conditioner-mixed water droplets onto the cotton. You sighed as you went over to your dresser, swiping Daiya's chain off the edge and clipping it around your neck before plugging a blow dryer into a nearby outlet.

You practically had a lion's mane's worth of curls, so the process of drying the entirety of your head took a little over twenty minutes, and your arms slowly but surely grew tired. A soft chime hit your intercom when you finished up and unplugged the blow dryer.

"Yeah, wassup?" You answered the call with your finger over the designated button.

"Hey, did I wake you?" Shotaro's voice chirped over the speaker box.

"Nah, I was already up."

"Oh, good!" You heard him chuckle with relief. "'Cause I got somewhere down here I want you to meet! He's cool people, I promise you!"

"Who we talkin' about?" Your eyes narrowed at the intercom.

"He's a close friend of mine, a music exec." Shotaro described. "We practically grew up in the business together – we're actually partners on a few projects. Guy's pretty well acclimated if I say so myself..."

"Glazer, glazer~!" You then heard another unfamiliar voice a few feet away from the speaker, ripping a giggle out of Shotaro.

"Mm..." You hummed lowly. "I'll be down in a minute."

"By all means, take your time." You could almost hear Shotaro grinning through the speaker before you removed your finger from the call button. Slipping into some Nike slides and a matching windbreaker, you shuffled down the hall toward the stairs.

As you descended the staircase, you heard Shotaro and another male voice conversing and joking around in both English and Korean. Your slides hit the bottom of the steps, and both the boys' heads turned in your direction – a warm and, albeit adorable, grin found its way onto Shotaro's face the moment he saw you.

"Heeey, there she is!"  He pulled a chair out as you approached the dining table. "Yanni, this is Sungchan." His hand gestured to the brunette boy sitting in a chair across from you. "Sungchan, this is Yanni..."

"Ahhh, so that's Lil Kim's secret daughter..." Sungchan smirked, rubbing his chin.

"What you mean by that?" You brought one of your legs to your chest, resting your foot on the cushion of your chair and directing your gaze at the boy.

"What you think I mean?" He then snickered before pointing up at Shotaro. "I'm sure he's told you about the whole Bangerz thing by now?"

"Was the first thing he brought up..." You meekly shrugged a shoulder. "But why?" One of your eyebrows rose for a second in question.

"Well, I was with 'im that night," Sungchan continued. "So I know your flow's some of the illest shit I've heard in a while. Hell, my dudes over in Korea don't even stack up to that shit...That and dude's been talking damn near nonstop about you." He then nodded his head to Shotaro.

Hearing that last bit made you straighten your posture and narrow your gaze at the brunette. "Good things, obviously," He added. "And now that I'm seeing you up close, I can confirm bro really wasn't lying." He ended his statement with a soft chuckle.