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Chapter 17: How to Confess

"What did he mean, 'It's confession time'? There's no way it's that part of the show already!"

"Oh, but it is." I jumped, turning to find Fred standing in the doorway.

"Sorry, your door was open."

"It's fine," I muttered, trying to steady myself.

He gave me a sly smile. "The show is nearing its end, and every contestant must go through an interrogation, for all to see. No questions can be vetoed, and really, there's no reason to avoid answering... unless the contestant has something to hide."

Does he think I'm hiding something?

"Anyway," he continued, his eyes glinting, "I'll leave you now to get ready for the ceremony. If I may suggest... perhaps something bold to dazzle in front of the cameras?"

With a smirk, he turned and disappeared down the hall.

Alright. Time to get dressed.

I stood in front of the closet, my fingers trailing over the few outfits left. If Fred wanted bold, I'd give him bold. My gaze settled on a fitted, midnight-blue bodycon dress—silky, sleek, and just revealing enough to make a statement. The dress hugged every curve, and a high slit along one side added an edge that would definitely catch the cameras' attention.

I slipped into it, feeling the cool fabric slide over my skin. The low neckline left just enough to the imagination, while the open back exposed a hint of vulnerability. Paired with heels that made me stand just a little taller, the look was undeniably powerful.

After a final touch of lipstick and a swipe of mascara, I took a step back, meeting my own eyes in the mirror. No hesitations, no second-guessing. If this was my moment to make an impression, then I'd walk into that confession room like I owned it.

I entered the seminar room and slid into the seat next to Jimin.

"Oh god, why do you always have to take my breath away?" he teased, flashing that effortless smile of his.

"Oh, stop it," I murmured, nudging him playfully. But I couldn't help the smile that crept up as we talked quietly, speculating about the kinds of questions Jungkook might throw at us.

Suddenly, the room dimmed, and a spotlight hit the stage. Jungkook's voice rang out, brimming with charisma.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention on the stage!" he announced with a grin. "Welcome to the Hallyuwood Matchmaker Confessions! For those who've been watching previous seasons, you know what's about to go down. For the new fans—here's a quick rundown. Each contestant will come up here, one by one, and I'll be asking some rather... sensitive questions. Your deepest secrets will be revealed, and if you refuse to answer, there will be penalties. So don't hold back!"

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as Jungkook soaked in the energy, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I glanced around at the crowd, and banners were everywhere, waving proudly in support of the contestants. Some were printed with bright, bold letters of people's favorite contestants' names, while others showcased fan-favorite couples, hearts and all. The fans were buzzing with excitement, holding up handmade signs, some with sparkles and glitter.

"And now... are you ready for our first contestant? Please welcome... Ms. Nam Iseul!"

Iseul strutted onto the stage, a polished smile plastered across her face as she greeted the crowd. "Hello, everyone. So lovely to be here tonight."

Jungkook grinned, his gaze sharp. "Iseul, since you were the runner-up last year, tell me—do you think you have a chance to win it all this time?"

Iseul laughed, flipping her hair with a practiced flair. "Do I have a shot? Please. I'm crushing it."