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Exile in the daylight is vastly different from its night time counterpart.
The club transforms under the sun, its dark, electric energy stripped away to reveal elegance beneath.
Large windows let in natural light, illuminating polished floors and carefully curated decor.
The strobe light sand shadows are gone, replaced by a refined, sophisticated atmosphere.
Tables are arranged for the charity auction—bidding on trips, artwork, and rare collectibles, all to support public schools.
Taehyung hosts this event once a year, though with everything happening, I half-expected him to postpone it.
Jimin returns to my side, tucking his phone away. His face is neutral, but something in his eyes is off—troubled.
"Everything okay?" He flashes an easy smile.
"Yeah, Tiny, all good. Why don't you go say hi to your cousin? Bid on whatever you want, I got it if you win."
He nods toward a table where Kim Yuna- Tae's sister is inspecting a painting, her lips pursed in thought.
I smooth out my dress and prepare myself.
I love my cousin, but Yuna has always made it clear that we are not equals.
We're only a year apart, yet she carries herself like she's worlds ahead of me.
She's effortlessly put together, her rose-pink dress shimmering under the lights, her posture impeccable.
As I approach, she turns, and to my surprise, a wide smile spreads across her face.
She glides toward me with practiced grace, looping her arm through mine as we move through the room.
"Mrs. Jeon," she drawls, her tone teasing,
"how's married life treating you?" Her dark blue eyes sparkle as her brows rise and fall.
"It's treating me well," I lie with a small smile.
"Where's that husband of yours?" She scans the room until her gaze lands on Jimin, deep in conversation with Taehyung.
"I thought you married the other one."
"I did. Jungkook had to work, so Jimin brought me." she rolls her eyes.
"That's all these men do." I huff a quiet laugh.
"How have you been? Are you alright?" My voice softens at the memory of her near-abduction.
She waves a dismissive hand.
"Please. If I locked myself away every time my life was threatened, I'd be a hermit." She chuckles, utterly unfazed.
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