'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
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While the night had quietly settled over the city like a lullaby, for the students of Hankuk University, it was only just beginning.
Victory still shimmered in their bones, the high of the final buzzer still echoing in their chests. After reclaiming the Diamond cup after two long years, Miyeon's team celebrated not just a win, but redemption.
Laughter spilled through the locker room as they danced with the trophy, shoulders bumping and voices hoarse from hours of cheering. Their jerseys still clung to them, damp with sweat and pride, as they took turns cradling the cup like a child born of grit and perseverance.
The celebration moved beyond the court and into the soft haze of night.
Now, Miyeon sat in the warm cocoon of a private dining room with all her clos friends, the world outside shut out by walls adorned with soft lighting and old jazz humming through the speakers.
They'd reserved the place just for tonight—to be away from eyes that watched too closely and whispers that carried too far. For a night, they just wanted to be university students celebrating a win.
Miyeon sat between Jeonghan and Yewon on the long cushioned bench that wrapped around the private dining room. The soft lighting cast a warm glow over the table, reflecting off half-empty glasses and scattered dishes as laughter filled the air.
She had finally showered after the game, her hair damp but brushed, falling softly over her shoulders. She wore a simple cream-colored dress that hugged her frame gently, the fabric light against her skin after the weight of the jersey. Her skin still glowed faintly, a flush lingering from the adrenaline of the match and the joy of victory.
Jeonghan sat at her side, his knee brushing hers occasionally beneath the table—subtle but constant, grounding her.
His jacket was draped casually behind his chair, sleeves rolled up as he leaned in slightly, chin resting on his hand, eyes never too far from her. Every now and then, he'd reach out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear with a soft smile, his voice low when he spoke to her, as if the world around them didn’t quite exist. His not-so-subtle gestures often made others groan but he didn’t care.
Miyeon would glance sideways, meeting his gaze for a second longer than necessary, a smile tugging at her lips each time she caught him staring. Between them, the warmth was unspoken—gentle, slow-burning, and steady.
Nari sat on Miyeon’s other side, grinning as she watched their little exchanges. She nudged Miyeon playfully once, whispering something teasing in her ear that made Miyeon nudge her right back, laughter bubbling between them.
Though the room was alive with conversation, music, and clinking glasses, for Miyeon, the moment felt beautifully still—surrounded by her closest friends, the cup finally theirs again, and Jeonghan’s quiet presence anchoring her like always.
