Idol's secret

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Jungkook : "One might think you'd be less... conspicuous, given recent events."

Lisa: "Well, if it isn't the golden boy finally gracing us with his presence."

The air in the exclusive lounge seemed to crackle with a subtle tension the moment her voice, laced with a hint of something he couldn't quite place - was it disdain? - cut through the polite murmur.

He turned, a practiced smile faltering for just a fraction of a second as his eyes met hers, a flicker of something equally sharp igniting within him.

The blinding glare of a thousand camera flashes couldn't quite erase the tremor in her hand as she reached for a champagne flute across the crowded after-party, her fingers brushing his sleeve by accident.

He offered a practiced, dazzling smile that didn't quite reach his eyes before turning away to field another congratulatory remark, leaving her with the fleeting ghost of his touch and the echoing hollowness of the celebration.

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