a group of orphaned girls, down on their luck, infiltrate high society in order to live the high life. but the socialites they're trying to trick may very well find a place in their hearts.
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Somewhere between the buzz of an ill-fated vodka-rum mix and the faint daze of tobacco, Eunha had come back to her senses. It was a shame that it had happened a little too late, considering they were already halfway through the corridor Shotaro was leading them down, but she at least felt sober enough to show off her self-defense training, if need be. After all, this was only the second time they had met Shotaro, and Eunha was nothing if not suspicious of rich guys. Not that she had talked to many in her life. Not until today, at least.
When Shotaro opened the door, she was relieved to find it wasn't some kind of ambush. Just like he'd said, it was a private lounge, with its own sound system and lighting far less harsh than the dizzying blue lights in the rest of the club. It wasn't empty either: around the large table, sat a few familiar faces, and some unknown ones. Wonbin was there, a girl sitting right next to him, a centimeter away from landing on his lap. There was a redhead and his much taller friend sitting in the corner, two stern and prim looking men having a quiet conversation, and...
No way.
For a moment, Eunha swore it was the alcohol making her see things. On the edge of the banquette, sat a man completely slumped over a notebook, and when he raised his head, she saw the face of a university classmate she would rather not have stumbled upon. Before she could convince herself it was just a very disconcerting look-alike, his eyes widened when they met hers.
"Oh, you're..." he trailed off, a pensive moue on his face as he pointed at her with his pen. "Eunha, right?"
Well. The alcohol couldn't make her hear things, could it?
"Seunghan?!" she finally exclaimed, taking an instinctive step back towards the door.
All conversations in the lounge stilled, as they took in the exchange. Eunha's eyes darted to her friends, who looked at her like they'd just seen a ghost. She gulped.
"You two know each other?" Shotaro asked chipperly, leading the group to the table.
Seunghan nodded. "Yes, we share a class at university. We've never exactly talked, though."
