In the aftermath of our argument, Jungkook's silence was deafening. Not a single call, text, or attempt to reach out. It was as if he had vanished from my life without a trace, leaving me to go through the lingering pain of our heated exchange, alone.

But through all this, Eunbi sat beside me, her comforting presence a balm to my wounded heart. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I let them flow freely, allowing the pent-up emotions to escape.

The room was awash with soft, golden hues, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow through the sheer curtains. Eunbi's presence was a comforting anchor amidst the swirl of emotions that churned within me.

"How could he do this to me, Eunbi?" I choked out between sobs, my voice betraying the depth of my hurt.

Eunbi's arm wrapped around me, offering a gentle squeeze of reassurance. "I know it's hard, baby. But sometimes, people have their own reasons for their actions."

"He didn't even bother to call or text," I lamented, my voice shaky with a mix of sadness and frustration.

Eunbi's expression was a mix of sympathy and concern. "Sooyeon, I told you from the beginning, he's not the type to fall into true love. He's... different."

I wiped away my tears, my heart aching with the realization that Eunbi's words might be ringing true. "I thought maybe, just maybe, he could be different for me."

Eunbi's hand gently rested on my back, offering a soothing touch. "I know you hoped for that, Sooyeon. But sometimes people like him are too caught up in their own world to let anyone else in."

In the quiet confines of my bedroom, Eunbi sat beside me, her presence a comforting anchor as I struggled to come to terms with Jungkook's sudden absence. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I let them fall freely, the weight of my emotions almost too much to bear.

"He didn't even bother to call or text," I lamented, my voice shaky with a mix of sadness and frustration.

Eunbi's expression was a mix of sympathy and concern. "Sooyeon, I told you from the beginning, he's not the type to fall into true love. He's... different."

I wiped away my tears, my heart aching with the realization that Eunbi's words might be ringing true. "I thought maybe, just maybe, he could be different for me."

Eunbi's hand gently rested on my back, offering a soothing touch. "I know you hoped for that, Sooyeon. But sometimes people like him are too caught up in their own world to let anyone else in."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "So he's just going to leave me like this? After everything we shared?"

Eunbi's voice held a mixture of empathy and practicality. "Maybe it's time to consider moving on, Sooyeon. You deserve someone who will be there for you, who won't ghost you like a bitch."

I sighed, my heart heavy with a sense of resignation. "I guess you're right, Eunbi. It's just... hard."

Eunbi squeezed my hand gently. "I know it's hard, but you're strong, Sooyeon. And there are other guys out there who would be lucky to have you."

A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of my lips, despite the tears still staining my cheeks. "Other guys, huh?"

Eunbi's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Exactly. And who knows, maybe someone unexpected will sweep you off your feet."

I chuckled softly, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the heartache. "Maybe. But for now, what do you suggest?"

Eunbi's smile turned knowing. "Well, how about giving Minsuk another chance? He seemed interested, and he's not exactly a disappearing act."

I sighed, considering the idea. "Maybe I should. At least he's been consistent."

Eunbi nodded, her tone gentle yet firm. "And who knows, Sooyeon? Maybe in the process of moving on, you'll find something even better."

I took a deep breath, the decision made, and dialed Minsuk's number. My heart raced with anticipation as the phone rang on the other end. Eunbi's gaze never wavered from me, her expression a mix of concern and encouragement.

"Hello?" His voice sounded cheerful, a hint of surprise lacing his tone.

"Hey, Minsuk," I greeted, trying to keep my own voice steady. "I was wondering... would you like to meet up later?"

"Of course, Sooyeon. I'd love to," he replied, the excitement in his voice evident.

I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Great. How about we meet at 'Euphoria,' my father's VIP club? Around 8 pm?"

There was a brief pause before he responded, "Euphoria? Sounds fancy. Sure, I'll be there at 8. I just need to finish compiling the weekly analytics report at the agency."

"Sounds good," I said, my heart fluttering with a mix of nerves and anticipation. "See you then, Minsuk."

"Can't wait," he replied, and we exchanged a few more pleasantries before ending the call.

"You have only an hour to get ready!" Eunbi's voice echoed in the room, her eyes twinkling with excitement and mischief.

I blinked, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the sudden challenge. "An hour? Are you serious?" I exclaimed, my heart racing at the audacity of the time limit.

Eunbi waved away my concern with a dismissive flick of her hand. "Oh, come on, Sooyeon! We've got this. Tonight is your night to shine, and I won't let you settle for anything less than drop-dead gorgeous."

She dove into my closet like a whirlwind, tossing aside outfits until she emerged victorious, holding up a slinky black dress that seemed to gleam in the dim light. "This is the one. Sexy, sophisticated, and guaranteed to turn heads."

My eyes widened as I took in the dress, the sheer audacity of its design sending a thrill down my spine. It was a curve-hugging creation, the fabric a luxurious satin that cascaded like liquid onyx. The neckline plunged daringly, accentuating my collarbones and framing a tantalizing hint of cleavage. The dress cinched at my waist before cascading down in a sleek and sinuous column, the hem grazing my mid-thighs. With every movement, it seemed to shimmer with a life of its own, commanding attention and exuding an aura of confidence.

"Eunbi, are you sure about this? It's… a little too revealing," I admitted, fingers tracing the intricate lace detailing that adorned the edges of the dress.

Eunbi's laughter danced through the room. "Exactly! It's time to unleash your inner vixen, Sooyeon. Trust me, Jungkook won't know what hit him."

As she meticulously assembled the rest of the ensemble, from strappy heels that elongated my legs to a necklace that sparkled like stardust, I found myself surrendering to her expert guidance. The anticipation bubbled within me, a cocktail of nerves and exhilaration that was impossible to ignore.

With a flourish, Eunbi motioned for me to take a seat at the vanity, her fingers already dancing with brushes and cosmetics. "Now for the fun part. Let's transform you into a goddess."

For the next hour, I was a canvas upon which Eunbi painted her masterpiece. My lips were painted a bold shade of crimson, my eyes smoldered with smoky eyeshadow, and my hair cascaded in sultry waves around my shoulders. As I gazed at my reflection, a sense of empowerment surged through me—a woman redefined, embracing her sensuality without reservation.

Eunbi stepped back, her eyes sparkling with pride. "There she is, the fierce and fabulous Sooyeon I always knew existed."

Taking a deep breath, I absorbed the transformation, feeling the weight of anticipation settle over me. Eunbi's belief in me was infectious, igniting a fire within that I hadn't felt in ages.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," I admitted, my voice tinged with a mix of awe and trepidation.

Eunbi linked arms with me, her grin infectious. "Well, believe it, because you're about to take the club by storm."

With Eunbi's support bolstering my confidence, I realized that tonight was about more than just meeting Minsuk—it was about embracing my own allure and reveling in a newfound sense of self

And as we stood before the full-length mirror, my heart raced, and my breath hitched as Eunbi playfully lowered the neckline of my dress, teasingly revealing a touch more of my cleavage. The mischievous glint in her eyes mirrored my own sense of daring, and I couldn't help but laugh, a mixture of surprise and delight bubbling up within me.

"Eunbi, you're ridiculous," I chided, the words laced with laughter as I adjusted the neckline back to its original position.

She winked, a sly grin playing on her lips. "Just making sure Jungkook knows what he's missing out on."

As we descended the grand staircase, our anticipation building with each step, a stern voice sliced through the air like an icy wind. My heart sank as I turned to see my mother standing at the foot of the stairs, her expression a mixture of disapproval and concern. The weight of her gaze bore down on me, and for a moment, I felt like a child caught in the act of some forbidden mischief.

Her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing every inch of the slinky black dress that clung to my form. "Sooyeon, where are you going?"

I bit my lip, my heart racing as I searched for the right words. Eunbi's presence beside me was a source of reassurance, her unwavering support giving me the courage to face my mother's scrutiny head-on.

"Mum," I began, my voice carrying a hint of defiance laced with respect, "Eunbi and I are heading to a girls' night party at her house. It's just a small gathering."

My mother's disapproval only deepened, her lips thinning into a tight line. "And this is how you dress for a 'small gathering'? Have some decency, Sooyeon."

Eunbi's quick thinking saved the day as she interjected with a playful smile, deflecting the attention away from me. "Oh, Auntie, you know how Sooyeon is always the life of the party. We decided to go all out and make it a special night."

My mother's gaze flickered to Eunbi, her tone skeptical. "Then why aren't you dressed up like her?"

Eunbi's response was swift and lighthearted, her voice dripping with playful charm. "Oh, you know how it is, Auntie. The coach never plays—she's the star of the show!"

Without waiting for a further exchange, Eunbi took my hand and pulled me toward the entrance, laughter bubbling between us. My mother's disapproving gaze lingered, but there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes that I couldn't help but notice.

As we burst out of the mansion's imposing doors, the cool night air embraced us, carrying away the echoes of our encounter with my mother. Eunbi's laughter was infectious, and I joined in, the tension that had built within me melting away with each carefree step.

"That was close," I admitted, finally allowing myself to fully enjoy the moment.

Eunbi grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Told you we'd make it out alive. Now let's go have the time of our lives, Sooyeon!"

Hand in hand, we left the imposing entrance behind and left for the tonight's party which would probably end up adding one more twist to my life.

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