"Seoul to My Heart" .... ( Asa and Chiquita)

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Chiquita's POV

I couldn't help but smile as I twirled my shiny hair around my finger while gazing out the window of our private limo. The lights of Seoul glittered below me, the city alive with its usual chaos. To most people, this city could feel like a labyrinth, but to me, it was just another playground, another place to conquer.

Tonight, I was on my way to a high-end fashion show, but my attention was more on the people around me. My friends were all in the back, chatting excitedly as I watched them in the mirror, my mind already drifting off to the endless possibilities that the night could bring. Rora was making a sarcastic comment to Rami about some influencer's outfit, Pharita was checking her phone, and Ahyeon was, as usual, avoiding eye contact. Everyone was having a good time, but I, Chiquita, was always a bit more excited than most. I guess it's the whole "rich girl, free-spirited " vibe I give off. Not that I minded. Who wouldn't want to be me?

As the car pulled up to the venue, I could hear the music, the laughter, and the rapid clicks of photographers' cameras. Stepping out of the limo, I adjusted my dress—a form-fitting emerald green silk that was the perfect balance between classy and seductive—and flashed my best smile. The paparazzi went wild, of course. It always made me feel like a star.

"Chiquita, you look amazing!" Ruka, Pharita's girlfriend and one of my best friends, said as she sidled up to me.

"Of course I do. I'm always fabulous," I teased, flicking a lock of hair over my shoulder. "But you, darling, look stunning as usual."

As we made our way into the venue, my eyes scanned the crowd. There was a buzz in the air tonight. Maybe it was the fashion, or maybe it was the strange energy that had followed me the last few weeks—something I couldn't quite explain.

Then, I saw her.

Across the room, there she was: Asa Enami. She was standing at the VIP section, her black dress cutting a sleek silhouette against the crowd. Her beauty was striking, but it wasn't just her looks—it was the aura around her. She had this presence that demanded attention, even though she wasn't trying to. As much as I'd like to pretend I didn't care, my heart skipped a beat.

Now, I'm not usually the type to be intimidated. I was born into a life of privilege, always surrounded by people who wanted something from me. But Asa was different. The way she carried herself with that savage elegance, and the sharpness in her eyes... there was something about her that intrigued me.

"You staring at her?" Pharita teased, nudging me with an elbow. She must've noticed me eyeing Asa, and honestly, I didn't care if she saw.

I grinned and shrugged. "She's beautiful. There's no harm in looking."

"Right, but she's also not your type," Pharita added knowingly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"She's not, huh?" I raised an eyebrow. "We'll see about that."

Before I could move closer, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Rora, as usual, had that sarcastic edge to her voice. "You're not seriously thinking about talking to that girl, are you?"

"She's hot," I said, shrugging again. "What's the harm?"

"She's too intense for you," Rora shot back. "You're too chill. Plus, she's got that whole 'I'm too cool for you' thing going on. She's not the type to fall for your charms, Chiquita."

I wasn't so sure about that. And as I turned back to look at Asa, she was staring right at me.

I smirked. "Watch me."

Asa's POV

The night was exactly how I'd expected it to be. Loud. Chaotic. Glamorous. I had no time for any of it. I was here because my parents insisted, of course. They were always pushing me into the high-society scenes, networking with people who would help "expand our family's empire." But what they didn't realize was that I didn't care about any of this. I didn't care about their rules, or their high expectations, or the endless parties and dinners they forced me into. All I wanted was control over my life—and that was something I wasn't going to get in the Enami family.

My eyes scanned the room, gliding over the elite and the famous, until I saw her: Chiquita. She was standing in the middle of the room like she owned it. And, I guess, in some ways, she did. With her carefree smile, her free-spirited vibe, and that flirty attitude that made everyone want to be near her, she stood out like a beacon.

I couldn't help but stare. I knew Chiquita. Well, not really, but I'd seen her around at several events. She was the daughter of a powerful family in Thailand, known for their lavish lifestyle and unrestrained approach to everything. But unlike me, she didn't have a thousand invisible chains holding her down. She seemed free in a way that was both enviable and irritating.

I didn't want to be drawn to her. I had enough problems in my life. The last thing I needed was some carefree, flirtatious girl pulling me into her world.

Still, I found myself watching her every move. She was so different from the people I knew—people who walked around with this invisible armor of rules and expectations. But Chiquita? She was so open. So unafraid to show her true self.

And when our eyes met from across the room, something flickered in my chest. It wasn't desire—not exactly. It was more like curiosity, like a tiny spark that could grow into something I couldn't quite name.

She smirked at me, the kind of smirk that could melt anyone's defenses. My heart rate picked up, and I looked away quickly, forcing myself to focus on my drink. But I could still feel her eyes on me. And that made me feel... unsettled.

I shook my head. This was ridiculous. I didn't need to care about her. I didn't need to care about anything tonight. I just needed to survive it.

But that didn't stop me from looking back.

Chiquita's POV

It wasn't lost on me that Asa was watching me. The way her eyes followed my every move was both thrilling and confusing. She didn't act like most people—detached, calm, almost cold. But I wasn't someone who backed down from a challenge, and this felt like a challenge.

Rora's voice cut through my thoughts. "You're staring. Are you going to go talk to her or what?"

I paused. Should I? Normally, I wouldn't hesitate. I'd flirt, I'd charm, I'd make anyone fall for me with a few words and a wink. But Asa wasn't anyone. There was something about her that made me second guess myself, and that, in itself, was a rare feeling.

I looked back at her. She was standing alone now, an air of indifference surrounding her. A real ice queen.

"Maybe I will," I said, before turning to walk toward her. My friends' teasing comments followed me, but I barely noticed.

As I approached, Asa didn't smile, didn't even move. She just looked at me, her gaze unreadable. I stood in front of her, offering a playful smile.

"Well, aren't you an interesting one?" I said, my voice light, teasing. "I've been watching you for a while. You don't seem like the type to be impressed by the usual stuff, huh?"

Asa's eyes flickered for a moment before she replied in a voice that was just as cool as her exterior. "Impressed? I don't get impressed easily."

I raised an eyebrow. "Good. Because I don't want to impress you. I just want to have a little fun. And I think you could use some."

She studied me for a moment, as if weighing something in her mind. "Fun?" she repeated, as if the concept were foreign to her.

"Fun," I confirmed, stepping closer. "What do you say? I promise I won't bite... unless you want me to."

A flicker of something—amusement, maybe—crossed her face. I couldn't quite tell. But I wasn't giving up yet. Not with Asa. Not yet.

And in that moment, I knew this was just the beginning.