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THE TWO TEENS REACHED THE ENTRANCE OF A SLEEK, ultra-modern hotel that looked like it catered exclusively to celebrities and oil tycoons. The mirrored glass doors glinted in the morning sunlight, a stark contrast to their disheveled appearances.
Y/N, however, didn't care about appearances at that moment. She stumbled to the nearest pillar and dramatically slumped against it, her breaths coming in heaving gasps. "Did we seriously have to run the entire way?" she wheezed, fanning herself with her hand.
Kwon, standing beside her, looked infuriatingly composed. Not a bead of sweat graced his forehead, and he wasn't even slightly out of breath. He simply glanced at her and shrugged nonchalantly. "Forgot my wallet," he said, as if that explained everything.
The y/h/c-haired girl gawked at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. "So?! We could've called a taxi—I could've paid! You think I wouldn't have minded throwing a couple of bucks if it meant not drowning in my own sweat?" She gestured wildly to herself, emphasizing the sweat-soaked state of her clothes.
Kwon smirked, leaning casually against the same pillar. "Oh, no, no, no," he said, shaking his head. "You don't get it. Paying a potential scammer you call a taxi driver? That's one thing. But letting you pay for me? Never." He crossed his arms smugly. "What kind of gentleman do you take me for?"
"A sweaty one who's clearly trying to kill me!" she shot back, glaring at him.
He chuckled at her outburst, then leaned forward slightly. "You're fine, princess. Just... hydrate or something."
Y/n groaned loudly, dragging her hands down her face. "I hate you," she muttered.
"No, you don't," he replied with an infuriatingly confident grin.
Before she could retort, Kwon straightened and nodded toward the entrance. "C'mon. Everyone's already inside." He started walking toward the doors, leaving her to grumble under her breath as she followed.
Once inside, the hotel was even more extravagant. The marble floors gleamed under sparkling chandeliers, and the air smelled faintly of orchids and money. y/n felt out of place immediately, given her messy state, but Kwon strolled in as if he owned the place.
He headed straight for a couch near the reception area, grabbed a complimentary newspaper, and plopped down, opening it with dramatic flair.
Y/n, on the other hand, ducked behind a counter, pretending to tie her shoelaces but mostly using the opportunity to stay hidden. She peered out cautiously as Daniel Larusso approached Chozen, who stood stiffly near a large arrangement of orchids, glaring at them as if they'd personally offended him.
