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Eyes on her. Every move, every glance, every breath measured and caught like it mattered. Every subtle shift of her body, every exhale that shouldn't have been noticed, was.
That was what it meant to be Lee Avery. Fashion. Influence. Untouchable. Every piece she wore, every step she took, curated and precise-untouchable in public, untouchable in her mind.
And yet, here she was, sprawled across the couch in Felix and Seungmin's apartment, hair messy, heels kicked off, heart racing a little too fast. Messy. Loud. Human. She wasn't the icon right now. She was a fangirl, reckless, breathing too hard, trying not to notice how close he was, how his quiet presence made her pulse stutter, how every shared glance felt too intimate, too sharp.
Seungmin leaned back against the wall, calm, watching, unaware of the chaos he left in his wake. And she couldn't help it-couldn't help the way her stomach twisted when his eyes found hers, the way her lungs felt tight when he laughed, the way her mind screamed unlabelled, because nothing here fit any rules she had ever known.
Lee Avery. Publicly untouchable. Privately unraveling. And she didn't care.