𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒇 (𝑨𝑴𝑩𝑾)

51: Pap

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Liliana's POV

I woke up to an empty apartment.

Chan must have left in the middle of the night, probably around midnight. I stretched lazily, feeling well-rested despite everything that had happened the night before. The apartment was silent, save for the distant hum of the city outside.

After lying there for a few moments, I finally rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The moment I stepped inside, I took a second to admire just how beautiful the place was. The bathroom, like the rest of the apartment, was sleek and modern-white marble countertops, a glass shower with matte black fixtures, and soft lighting that made it feel like something straight out of a luxury hotel.

I took my time freshening up, enjoying the warm water against my skin. When I finished, I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and stepped into the bedroom, quickly throwing on a simple outfit-black jeans, a cropped sweater, and my favorite sneakers.

Moving to the kitchen, I was once again hit with appreciation for how modern everything was. It wasn't big, but it had everything-sleek cabinets, stainless steel appliances, and even a small espresso machine. I made myself a quick cup of coffee, sipping it as I stood by the window.

For a brief moment, I allowed myself to soak it all in. The fact that this was my place now. That I had an actual apartment in Seoul, even if it still felt surreal.

But I didn't have time to dwell on it. Today, I needed to see JYPE's management.

Grabbing my bag, I stepped out of the apartment complex and into the crisp morning air. The streets were already buzzing with people heading to work, cars honking, and shops opening up for the day.

As I walked, I caught sight of a man ahead of me. He was walking in my direction, and for some reason, he looked oddly familiar. I couldn't quite place it, but something about him nagged at my memory.

Just as I tried to get a better look, he abruptly pulled up a face mask, turned his head, and walked away in the opposite direction.

Weird.

I frowned, watching him disappear into the crowd.

Where had I seen him before?

Shaking off the feeling, I continued my way to JYPE.

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At JYP Entertainment

The moment I stepped into the building, something felt off.

I walked straight to the front desk, expecting to head upstairs like I always did. But when I asked to see Mr. Yang, the receptionist gave me a blank look.

"You must book an appointment," she said.

I blinked. "An appointment?"

"Yes." She glanced at her computer. "And you need a company ID to enter beyond this point."

I stared at her. "I... don't have a company ID."

She sighed. "Then I'm afraid you cannot go in. You're no longer a trainee here."

Embarrassment and frustration curled in my chest.

This was new. I used to be able to walk in without any issues. Was this their way of officially cutting me off?

I inhaled sharply, trying to keep my emotions in check. "Okay. Thank you."

I stepped out of the building, frustration still bubbling in my chest from the way the staff had treated me. Having to book an appointment? Being told I needed a company ID? It was ridiculous. Just a few weeks ago, I could walk in and out freely. Now, it was like I didn't exist to them.