Chapter 14

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As Ji-ah strolled through the opulent aisles of the luxurious department store, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, her gaze lingered on the shimmering display of fine jewelry. Diamonds and pearls sparkled under the bright lights, but their beauty felt distant, cold, like the emptiness that had taken root in her soul. Her life, draped in superficial elegance, had become a routine—a parade of glitz and glamour that only served to highlight the deep, aching void inside her.

As she perused the display, a young salesman approached her with a warm, genuine smile. His name was Jimin, and he exuded a kind of innocent charm that felt like a breath of fresh air in the stifling world of business deals and pretense. His eyes, bright and earnest, reflected a sincerity that caught Ji-ah off guard.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," Jimin greeted her, his tone both respectful and cheerful. "If you need any assistance, please let me know."

Ji-ah was momentarily taken aback by his openness. In a world where people masked their true intentions with false flattery, Jimin's straightforwardness was refreshing. She looked at him, noting the genuine kindness in his gaze. It was disarming.

"Thank you," she replied softly, her voice lighter than usual. "I'm just browsing for now."

But as she moved from one gleaming case to the next, her mind kept drifting back to Jimin. There was something in his demeanor that felt... different. In a world where interactions were cold and calculated, his genuine desire to help, his lack of pretension, stood out. He didn't see her as an asset to be admired, just another wealthy customer—he saw her as a person.

The next time Ji-ah visited the store, she found herself looking forward to seeing him. The brief conversations they shared became a small but meaningful part of her day. Jimin's comments were always thoughtful, his compliments sincere, and for the first time in a long while, Ji-ah felt seen—not as the wealthy woman entangled in the complications of her life, but simply as Ji-ah.

One afternoon, Jimin suggested they meet for coffee outside the store. The idea seemed strangely appealing to Ji-ah, a small escape from the rigid structure of her existence. They chose a quaint café nearby, a place that offered a sense of intimacy and simplicity—a far cry from the extravagance she had grown so used to.

As they sat across from each other at the small wooden table, sipping their coffees, Ji-ah found herself opening up to Jimin in ways she hadn't with anyone else. They talked about everything—trivial things, deep things—and Ji-ah felt lighter with every word she spoke. Jimin's attentive eyes and genuine interest made her feel heard, understood. For the first time in years, she wasn't hiding behind a façade.

"You know," Jimin said, his eyes holding hers, "it's rare to meet someone who carries themselves with such grace and strength. You have a way of making the simplest things seem significant."

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