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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If anyone in the café had been watching Seulbi, they would have assumed she was waiting on an important call, judging by how often she would tap on the screen of her phone. The truth was entirely different: she'd recently changed her wallpaper to a newly released photo of Wonbin, in which he wore the very same outfit he'd had on when she'd met him at the club. The scene wouldn't stop replaying over and over again in her head, plaguing even her dreams and deepest thoughts. And every time she forgot the slightest of details, she could glance at that picture, and feel herself right back in that nightclub. It was all too tempting to stare at it for the entirety of her day.
That is exactly what she would've done, had someone not tapped on her shoulder, drawing her out of her endless admiration. She turned around, only to find her two friends smiling down at her.
"Oh my god, Seulbi," Jinjin exclaimed, a chuckle in her voice, "are you just going to stare at him for every minute of your life?"
As the two girls settled in their seats opposite Seulbi, she laughed nervously, turning her screen off again. "I mean, can you blame me? He's just so handsome."
It was nice to be able to fangirl so openly for once, without being met with confused glances. Her friends from the orphanage were like sisters to her, a family she'd never had, but they did not share her overwhelming passion for Wonbin. Jinjin and Heesul, whom she had met a while ago at a fan event, were perfect for that. They, too, simply idolized Wonbin, and it felt so freeing to be understood on that level.
Seulbi couldn't imagine how much they would freak out, if they knew she had met him recently.
"So, how's it going with your internships?" Seulbi asked, warming her hands on her cup of milk tea. "You're at NexPulse, right?"
They were certainly doing better in life than she was, that much was for sure. How would they feel, though, if she told them she'd recently met their boss? Would it elicit as big a response as it would when it came to Wonbin?
Heesul waved her hand frantically, fumbling with her phone. "Let's not talk about the boring stuff! Did you see the new photos paparazzi got of him?"
As Seulbi caught her straw between her lips, eager to get the warm liquid in her system, Heesul brandished her phone in front of her. On the screen was, naturally, a photo of Wonbin — but it wasn't just any photo. Behind him stood the easily recognizable neon sign of the Blue Siren and, at his arm, was the woman she'd seen him with that night, a feline smile on her lips as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. The outfit didn't lie: it had been taken on the night Seulbi and her friends had been there.
