Note: Extra long chapter for my loves!!!

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I really want it to be one of those cute comfort romance stories that give K-drama vibes!

Remember when BTS fics gave off total Kdrama vibes or 2000s romcom vibes, like four or three years ago 😭

I miss that nostalgia, someone recommend me some great fics with easy going plot and nice grammar and writing style!! And comedy!!

(And please no weird stuff like romanticising specific conditions, because people who have those conditions, that make life harder for them

{as this world is accustomed to the fully functioning mentally, physically, and socially healthy white male}

And they do not need some bulky tatted man in order to function in society, [seen so many fics sexualise Little Space])

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Jia's PoV

Jia stepped out of the car, her heels sinking slightly into the gravel pathway as she glanced around the garden party venue. The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the lush greenery that surrounded them. Manicured hedges framed the vast garden, and tall, elegant fountains sparkled in the sunlight, their steady streams of water adding a soft, calming ambience to the event. It was all so opulent, so picture-perfect, as if ripped straight from the pages of a royal magazine.

She glanced at Jaehyun, who adjusted the cufflinks of his tailored black suit as he stepped out of the car. He looked immaculate, as always, his dark hair catching the light in a way that almost made him look boyish. Almost. He gave the gardens a quick, indifferent glance before turning to her with a smirk.

"Feeling out of place yet?" he teased, offering her his arm. "Or do you blend right in with the elites?"

Jia rolled her eyes, slipping her hand through his arm, though the small gesture felt oddly intimate. "Not all of us are born with a silver spoon, Jaehyun. Some of us have to work our way in," she replied dryly, her gaze scanning the venue for any familiar faces.

The guests were dressed in the finest attire—men in crisp suits, women in flowing dresses that billowed gently in the breeze. The scent of roses and freshly cut grass filled the air, and waiters glided effortlessly between the guests, balancing trays of champagne and delicate hors d'oeuvres. It was the type of place where appearances mattered, and everyone seemed to be putting on a show, smiling through their teeth, though Jia could feel the underlying tension. This wasn't just a social event—it was something more.

As they walked down the garden path, Jaehyun leaned in closer, his voice low. "You look a bit too tense for someone who's supposed to be enjoying a party. Try to relax, Areum."

Jia shot him a sideways glance. "I could say the same for you," she murmured, her lips curving into a smirk. "Though you seem to be in your element."

He chuckled softly, his hand covering hers on his arm briefly, a fleeting touch that sent an unexpected warmth through her. "I've been to my fair share of these... performances," he said smoothly, his gaze briefly sweeping over the guests as if they were nothing more than actors on a stage. "It's all about playing the part."

Jia hummed in agreement, though her thoughts were focused elsewhere. This wasn't just a garden party—it was hosted by the Han Church, a gathering for those powerful enough to make waves in politics and business. The men she had met at the gala would be here, and this was her chance to dig deeper into their connections to the church.

As they approached the main courtyard, a grand pavilion came into view, its ivory canopy fluttering in the breeze. Beneath it, groups of wealthy men stood around small tables, talking in low voices, their expressions animated as they discussed business and undoubtedly other, more discreet topics. Jia immediately recognised a few faces from the gala—the same men who had invited Jaehyun here today.

"There they are," Jaehyun murmured, his eyes narrowing as they settled on the group of men. "Our gracious friends from last time."

Jia's stomach tightened, but she kept her expression neutral. "You think they'll be as talkative today?"

Jaehyun smirked. "They'll be more comfortable. It's daylight, and they're on their own turf. Just follow my lead, and I'll handle the rest."

"You're enjoying this way too much," she muttered under her breath as they approached the men.

As soon as they entered the circle of conversation, the men greeted Jaehyun with smiles that didn't quite reach their eyes, clapping him on the back like old friends. Their attention shifted briefly to Jia, lingering a bit longer than necessary before they returned their focus to Jaehyun.

"Mr. Jung, you're becoming quite the regular at these events— your parents must be proud their son is finally where he belongs," one of the men said, his tone friendly but laced with the usual condescension.

Jaehyun smiled effortlessly, shrugging as if it were nothing. "What can I say? I have a taste for good company."

The men chuckled, though Jia could sense the weight of their stares. She felt like an outsider, someone they would tolerate because Jaehyun was there. A woman in this circle was still an anomaly, and their quiet dismissal of her was clear, though it didn't surprise her.

"Mr. Jung," another man said, his voice smooth and practiced, "I trust you've heard about our plans for the future. It's a bold new world we're envisioning—one where only those of vision and strength can thrive."

Jia stiffened, her ears perking up at the mention of the phrase "new world." It was the same cryptic phrase she'd heard whispered at the gala. These men were talking about the Han Church, about something much darker beneath the surface of all this wealth and power.

Jaehyun's grip on her arm tightened slightly, a subtle warning. He laughed, effortlessly deflecting the comment with a smile. "I have no doubt you gentlemen have grand plans. I'm just here to enjoy the party."

The men exchanged knowing smiles, but Jia felt a chill run down her spine. There was something ominous about the way they spoke, as if they were all in on a secret that only those within their inner circle knew.

As the conversation shifted back to business, Jia took a slow, measured breath, her eyes scanning the guests. The women, dressed in pastel gowns and perfectly coiffed hair, fluttered around the edges of the garden, their voices soft and deferential as they attended to their husbands or whispered among themselves. They were all so alike, molded into the same obedient, polished figure. Jia couldn't help but wonder if any of them had their own thoughts or desires, or if they were simply trained to exist for the benefit of the men they stood beside.

"Careful, you're thinking too hard," Jaehyun whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "You really seem to do that a lot."

Jia blinked, realizing she had been lost in her thoughts. She shot him a sideways glare. "You should be doing more of that," she whispered back.

He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I do enough for the both of us."

As they moved deeper into the garden, the conversations continued to swirl around them, but Jia's focus never wavered. These men weren't just wealthy. They were dangerous, and the Han Church was at the center of it all.

And in the middle of this twisted game was Jung Jaehyun—her only way in.

As they navigated through the lush expanse of the garden, Jia and Jaehyun chatted lightly, their banter flowing as naturally as the breeze rustling through the leaves. The sun shone brightly, casting dappled patterns on the ground, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers mingling with the tantalizing aromas wafting from the food stations.

"Look at this place," Jaehyun said, his eyes sweeping over the extravagant setup. "I feel like we're in some royal palace garden, not just at a party for some bigwigs."

Jia laughed softly, shaking her head. "I'd say it's definitely more than just a casual get-together. I mean, how many floral arrangements do you think it took to achieve this level of 'look at me, I'm rich'?"

"Probably enough to put a florist's kid through uni," he quipped, a playful glint in his eyes. "But hey, if it keeps the old men happy and away from us, I'm all for it."

She rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. "You say that now, but once you realize how many of them are likely going to come up to us to chat, you'll wish you'd worn armor instead of that suit."

Jaehyun grinned, his confidence radiating off him. "And miss out on the chance to charm them with my undeniable good looks? Never."

"Sure, if you can charm your way out of an interrogation, I guess that counts for something," she teased, nudging him lightly with her elbow.

"Let's not forget that I'm the marketing manager here," he replied, pretending to adjust an imaginary tie. "Smooth-talking is part of the job description."

They reached the snack table, which was brimming with delicacies that sparkled like jewels under the sunlight. Delicate pastries, intricately designed canapés, and an array of colorful fruit arrangements beckoned them closer.

"Are you going to eat anything, or just stand there looking pretty?" Jia asked, smirking as she reached for a dainty shrimp cocktail.

"Oh, I'll eat," he replied, leaning in closer to examine a tray of sushi. "But I'm also going to maintain this perfectly sculpted image." He puffed his chest out jokingly, making her laugh.

"Right, because looking like a snack is the most important part of this whole event," she shot back, shaking her head as she took a bite of her appetizer.

"Exactly. And speaking of snacks..." Jaehyun turned to the table, reaching for a piece of nigiri, but his hand suddenly smiled as he caught sight of a familiar figure across the way.

"Speaking of snacks," he echoed, a teasing tone in his voice as he pointed discreetly. "Looks like we're not the only ones here."

Jia followed his gaze and her heart skipped a beat when she spotted Kim Taehyung standing a few feet away. He was deep in conversation with several other men, his demeanor confident and charismatic as he gestured animatedly with his hands.

"Is that Taehyung?" she whispered, a sense of urgency creeping into her voice.

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow, clearly oblivious to her sudden shift in demeanor. "Yeah, that's him. Why? You're a fan of the CEO or something?"

"More like...a possible link," she muttered, her mind racing with possibilities. "I mean, he's close to Jeon Jungkook. He could be here representing him, or even—" Jia stopped herself, mentally punching herself before continuing. "I did some research on some darker sites, he and the Han Church are somehow interlinked—"

"Jeon Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook— the same guy who's the equivalent of what parents tell their children the bogey man is? Are you saying he's some kind of secret underboss for that ghost gangster?" Jaehyun interrupted, half-laughing, half-serious. "Relax, Jia. It's just Taehyung. He's not exactly hiding in the shadows."

"No, but his connections are dangerous," she insisted, feeling the weight of the situation, trying to change the topic from Jungkook to something else. "It's Korean High Society. If he's here, then—"

Jaehyun leaned in closer, his expression shifting to one of mock seriousness. "If it makes you feel better, I can act like an intimidating bodyguard. Just say the word, and I'll flex my muscles."

"Because that would really help my situation," she shot back, but the corners of her mouth tugged upward despite herself. "Thanks, but I think I'll need more than biceps to navigate this crowd."

"Fine, but don't come crying to me when you need rescuing," he teased, raising his glass of champagne. "To the noble hunt for the truth."

"Cheers to that," she said, clinking her glass against his, though her thoughts remained focused on the implications of Taehyung's presence. She knew she had to tread carefully.

As he approached the snack table, Taehyung caught sight of them, and a smile broke across his face. "Jaehyun. Great to see you here," he called, striding over with an air of familiarity.

"Mr Kim Taehyung." Jaehyun greeted him, flashing his signature charming grin. "Good to see you too! You're looking sharp as always."

"Thank you, thank you," Taehyung replied, then turned his gaze to Jia, his expression warm. "And you must be Areum, right? I've heard a lot about you from the team."

"Yes, that's me," she said, forcing a smile, her heart racing at the implications of this conversation. "It's great to finally meet you." Her eyes scanned him thoroughly, finding his character very contrasting to the last few times she had seen him.

"Likewise," he replied, his tone friendly yet scrutinizing. "I hope the team is treating you well."

"Absolutely," Jia replied, trying to sound casual. "We're all adjusting nicely."

"Good to hear," Taehyung nodded, then turned to Jaehyun, his brow slightly furrowing. "I didn't expect you to bring anyone along. I thought you'd want to soak in the scene alone."

Jaehyun chuckled, a twinkle in his eye. "Well, I figured I could share my radiant charm. Besides, it's always good to have company, right?"

"Of course," Taehyung said, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "So, what do you both think of the event so far? It's quite the spectacle."

Jia jumped in before Jaehyun could make another one of his frisky comments. "It's beautiful, really. The garden is stunning, and the food looks amazing."

"Yes, the Han Church never disappoints when it comes to these affairs," Taehyung replied, glancing around as if he could spot more important guests arriving.

Jaehyun leaned in closer to Jia, his voice low and teasing. "Just remember to keep an eye on Taehyung here. You never know when he might pull out his secret cult leader card."

"Shh," Jia whispered back. "You're going to give him ideas."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Jaehyun shot back, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

As the three of them engaged in light conversation, Jia couldn't shake the feeling that they were teetering on the edge of something much deeper and more dangerous than the pleasant garden party suggested.

Rich greenery surrounded them, the vibrant colors of the flowers creating a picturesque scene worthy of any royal gathering. The sweet scent of blooming jasmine and rose wafted through the air, mingling with the tantalizing aromas from the nearby catering stations. Waiters glided gracefully among the guests, offering trays of delicacies—prawns drizzled in zesty citrus, bite-sized sushi rolls, and petite desserts adorned with delicate edible flowers.

The atmosphere was alive with laughter and chatter, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Jia felt momentarily at ease, basking in the sunlit beauty of the garden, but she remained aware of the underlying currents around her. The day was bright, yet her mission loomed heavily in the back of her mind, an ever-present reminder that danger lurked beneath the surface of this seemingly idyllic gathering.

"I swear, if you eat one more piece of sushi, you'll turn into a fish," she teased, nudging Jaehyun playfully as he popped another piece into his mouth.

"Not my fault you're not keeping up," he shot back with a grin, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Besides, they're delicious. You can't blame a guy for appreciating good food."

She laughed, shaking her head as she reached for a pastry. "Just don't blame me when you can't fit into your suit for the next gala."

Just then, a ripple of movement surged through the crowd, a palpable change that drew their attention. The chatter faded into whispers, and Jia felt her heart quicken as she instinctively straightened. Emerging from the throng was Ryu Han, the leader of the Han Church, a man whose reputation preceded him and whose presence commanded instant respect—and fear.

Ryu was much older than the other guests, his salt-and-pepper hair slicked back with meticulous care, accentuating his sharp features. He wore a tailored suit that exuded authority, and his movements were deliberate, each step measured as he navigated the garden with an air of confidence that could only come from years of wielding power. The golden sunlight cast long shadows across his face, highlighting the deep lines etched from a lifetime of hardened decisions.

As he made his entrance, Jia immediately sensed a shift in Jaehyun and Taehyung. Jaehyun's demeanor changed almost instantaneously; the lightness that had been there moments before evaporated, replaced by a guarded intensity. His jaw tightened, and the playful banter they had been enjoying faded into the background. Taehyung, too, grew noticeably more serious, his smile vanishing as he shifted his stance. There was a collective exhale among the guests, a silent acknowledgment that the atmosphere had thickened.

"Stay close," Jia whispered to Jaehyun, her instincts kicking in as she watched Ryu approach. "We need to observe."

"Yeah," he replied, his voice low and steady, his eyes never leaving Ryu. "I've dealt with him before. Let's just keep our distance."

Jia couldn't shake the sense of danger radiating from Jaehyun as they watched Ryu approach the snack table, where Taehyung stood. The atmosphere felt electric, and she wondered what kind of unspoken history lay between the two men. Ryu and Taehyung exchanged pleasantries, but the tension was palpable, and Jia could see how Taehyung's smile was now tight, almost forced.

"Good to see you, Ryu," Taehyung said, his tone respectful but lacking the previous warmth. "I trust you're enjoying the party?"

"Indeed," Ryu replied smoothly, his gaze sharp as he surveyed the spread before them. "A fine selection as always. Though I can't help but notice some familiar faces are absent."

"Not everyone can attend every event," Taehyung said, his words cautious, and Jia could see the tension beneath his calm exterior.

As Jia eavesdropped, she felt a familiar pang of anxiety gnawing at her. Ryu's presence wasn't just unsettling; it carried the weight of his influence within the Han Church. She knew that he was an important figure in the operations they were trying to investigate, and she couldn't help but wonder about the underlying motivations for his attendance. Had he invited Taehyung to send a message? Was this a subtle reminder of Jeon Jungkook's current predicament with his factory?

She shifted slightly, her focus lingering on Ryu's composed demeanor. What had he meant by that comment about familiar faces? The tension seemed to suggest that he was well aware of the dynamics at play.

"Is he coming?" Ryu asked casually, but there was an edge to his tone that caught Jia's attention.

'He must be talking about Jungkook.'

Taehyung hesitated, and Jia noticed the flicker of something dangerous in Jaehyun's expression as he listened intently. "He's not one to show up anywhere, you know how costly his time is," Taehyung replied carefully, his gaze flicking toward Jaehyun as if gauging his reaction.

"Pity," Ryu said, his smile thin and devoid of warmth. "Perhaps he'll show up later to discuss business, I'd finally be able to see his face. After all, we wouldn't want him to miss out on such... important conversations."

The implication hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Jia's heart raced; she felt the weight of the situation pressing down on her. The words were loaded, and she wondered if Taehyung sensed the threat as clearly as she did.

As Ryu continued to engage Taehyung, Jia couldn't help but steal glances at Jaehyun. He was tense, his body coiled like a spring, and she realized how dangerously aware he was of Ryu's every move. She felt an urge to reach out, to soothe the palpable tension radiating from him, but instead, she remained silent, watching the exchange unfold.

'His last exchange with him must've been not nice.'

"Tell me, Taehyung," Ryu said, his voice smooth as silk but with an undercurrent of steel, "how do you feel about the recent developments with his factory? A shame, isn't it?"

Taehyung's expression darkened momentarily, a flicker of anger crossing his face before he schooled it back into neutrality. "Business is business, Ryu. Sometimes, it's simply the nature of things."

Jia sensed the storm brewing between them, and she felt a chill creep up her spine. This was more than just a casual conversation—it was a power play, and both men were acutely aware of the stakes. She glanced at Jaehyun, and for the first time, she could see the raw intensity of his emotions—an amalgamation of protectiveness and simmering anger, a response to the subtle jabs exchanged between Ryu and Taehyung.

"I find it interesting how quickly things can change in this industry," Ryu continued, his tone almost mocking. "One moment, you're on top, and the next, everything can come crashing down. Isn't that right, Jaehyun?"

Jia's heart raced as Ryu's gaze shifted toward Jaehyun, and she sensed that the leader was toying with him, trying to provoke a reaction. "Of course," Jaehyun replied evenly, though Jia could feel the tension emanating from him. "One must always be prepared for change."

"Wise words," Ryu said, a smile ghosting over his lips as if he relished the game. "Always expect the unexpected. It's what keeps us alive, wouldn't you agree?"

Jia's mind raced as she tried to piece together the implications of their words. Ryu was playing a dangerous game, and it was evident that he was well aware of the intricacies of the relationships surrounding him. She knew she had to tread carefully, to keep her true intentions hidden while navigating this treacherous landscape.

As Ryu stepped away from Taehyung, his gaze lingered on Jia for a moment longer than necessary. "Still, it's also quite refreshing to see new faces at these gatherings," he said, his tone polite yet chilling. "I hope you're enjoying yourself.....?"

"Areum— thank you," Jia replied, forcing herself to smile as she felt the weight of his scrutiny. "It's a beautiful event."

"Beautiful, yes, but remember," Ryu said, his voice lowering, "beauty can often mask the darkest intentions. The Lord teaches us to stay vigilant."

With that, he turned away, moving through the crowd with an air of authority that demanded respect. Jia watched as he mingled, her pulse racing as she processed the implications of their exchange. She exchanged a glance with Jaehyun, whose eyes were dark with intensity.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly, aware of the tension radiating off him.

"Just keeping my guard up," he replied, his voice steady but something darker was hiding beneath his expression. "Ryu doesn't take kindly to anyone questioning his authority. We need to watch our backs."

"I know," Jia said, her mind racing as she considered their next steps. The atmosphere around them had shifted drastically, and she could sense that this gathering was far more complex than it appeared. She needed to stay focused on her mission, to observe Taehyung and Ryu without drawing attention to herself.

Jia felt the urgency of her mission press against her, the need to navigate the treacherous waters of power and influence swirling around them. She had to keep her wits about her, to blend in while gathering the intel she needed to protect herself and complete her mission.

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