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The morning sunlight filtered through the windows of the Kim household, casting a soft glow across the kitchen. Sunoo padded downstairs, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, when he stopped in his tracks. His dad, Jae Wook, and Roman stood in the middle of the room, beaming at him with matching grins.
"Surprise!" Jae Wook called out, gesturing to the table covered in a sea of blue. Blue pancakes, blue fruit, even blue syrup. And, in the corner, wagging its tail excitedly, was a wrinkly-faced bulldog wearing a Yale sweater.
Sunoo blinked, wide-eyed. “What... what’s all this?”
Roman stepped forward, a proud glint in his eye. “It’s Yale Day, of course. The day you, hopefully, get that early acceptance!” He pointed at the dog, which looked up at Sunoo expectantly. “And meet your new buddy, Handsome Dan.”
Sunoo raised an eyebrow, crouching down to pet the dog, who immediately flopped over for belly rubs. “Handsome Dan?” he repeated, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Okay, I’ll drop the 'Dan' part, but I’ll keep him.” He ruffled the dog's ears, feeling his heart soften a little as the dog gave an enthusiastic bark.
Jae Wook chuckled, moving to pour himself a cup of coffee. “Well, you’ve got the dog, the blue breakfast, now all we need is that acceptance letter.”
“And the champagne,” Roman added with a sly grin. “Remember, we’re heading to the opera tonight to celebrate either way. Champagne at intermission, win or lose.”
Sunoo nodded, though his thoughts were elsewhere. Yale had always been the plan, the dream. Today, it felt closer than ever, and yet... there was a shadow that loomed in his mind, a weight he couldn’t shake.
Jae Wook, sensing his son’s silence, asked gently, “Is Sunghoon joining us for the opera?”
Sunoo’s smile faltered, the warmth in his chest cooling instantly. He stood up straight, shaking his head with a tight expression. “I don’t know,” he said, his voice flat. “Not that it matters. He’s dead to me now.”
Jae Wook exchanged a quick glance with Roman, concern flickering in his eyes. “Sunoo—”
“Don’t,” Sunoo interrupted, his gaze hardening. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
The room fell into an uneasy silence for a moment before Roman stepped in, his voice soft but steady. “Well, if you change your mind, you know we’re here for you. The opera’s going to be amazing either way.”
Sunoo nodded stiffly, looking down at the dog still playfully gnawing at his shoe. “Thanks. But for now... I just want to focus on today. On Yale.”
Jae Wook placed a comforting hand on Sunoo’s shoulder. “That’s all that matters, son. Today is your day. And whatever happens with Sunghoon... we’ll figure it out.”
Sunoo gave a short nod, though deep down, he wasn’t so sure about that.
As the bulldog, now simply 'Handsome,' trotted happily around the kitchen, the anticipation of the day ahead hung in the air—though Sunoo’s thoughts remained clouded, the shadow of Sunghoon’s betrayal not so easily forgotten.
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The early morning light filtered through the windows of the Yang household, casting a soft, golden glow over the kitchen as Jay placed a cup of coffee in front of Jungwon.
"Yale Day," Jay said with a slight smile, though there was a hint of worry in his eyes. "Figured you'd need this."
Jungwon took the cup gratefully, taking a sip before glancing over at Jay. "Thanks. But what about you? You worried?"
Jay shrugged, though his shoulders were tense. "A little. What if I don’t get in?"
Jungwon leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "I was thinking... what if one of us gets in and the other doesn’t? Like, what happens then?"
Jay bit his lip, clearly having thought the same thing. “I don’t know. But either way... we’ll figure it out, right?”
Jungwon nodded, though he couldn’t shake the nervous energy bubbling inside him. "Yeah, everything will be fine." He paused, his thoughts drifting back to the latest drama. "Especially now that the whole lovechild thing brought Hyung Sik and Min Ah closer together. I mean, that’s good... right?”
Jay gave a noncommittal nod. “Yeah, I guess.”
Jungwon let out a small sigh, swirling the coffee in his cup absentmindedly. "At least our parents are keeping things low-key, though. You know, it could be worse if everyone knew about it."
Just as the words left his mouth, footsteps echoed from the staircase. Jungwon and Jay exchanged a look as Hyung Sik and Min Ah came downstairs together, a little too casual for two people who were supposed to be sneaking around. Min Ah had a satisfied smile on her face, as if the awkward tension was exactly what she expected.
"Morning," she greeted them brightly, her voice far too cheerful for the situation. "Well, now that we've had this lovely little run-in, I guess we can stop sneaking around."
Jungwon blinked, caught off guard by her directness, while Jay just sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah... okay."
Without another word, the two grabbed their things and headed for the door. Jungwon shot one last glance at his dad and Min Ah, who were now exchanging amused looks.
As they stepped outside and began walking to school, Jay broke the silence. “Well, that was... something.”
Jungwon snorted. “You think?”
Back inside the house, Min Ah watched the boys leave before turning back to Hyung Sik. She smiled, leaning against the counter. “Now that they’re out of the way... how about you come with me to the opera tonight?”
Hyung Sik grimaced slightly. “The opera? You know I’m not really into that.”
Min Ah crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at him. “Oh, come on. It’ll be fun. Besides, we can make it official. Our debut as a couple.”
Hyung Sik hesitated, clearly not thrilled by the idea of sitting through hours of classical music, but Min Ah’s insistence was hard to ignore. He sighed, giving in. “Fine. I’ll go.”
Min Ah beamed. “Good. It’ll be a night to remember.”
Hyung Sik couldn’t help but chuckle softly at her enthusiasm, though there was still a flicker of unease in his eyes. Making their relationship public was a big step, and the opera seemed like the perfect place for a grand reveal. Now he just had to survive the actual opera itself.
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Sunghoon paced back and forth in his lavish suite at The Palace, mind racing as he tried to think of a way—any way—to get Solomon ousted from Park Industries. Ever since the fiasco with the board, it felt like his grip on the company was slipping, and he couldn’t stand the thought of Solomon having more control than he did. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling up inside him.
The sound of the door opening snapped him out of his thoughts. Solomon stepped in, his usual composed, almost smug expression in place. "Sunghoon," he greeted casually, as if nothing was wrong between them. "I was just checking in to see if you're planning on attending the opera tonight."
Sunghoon stopped pacing and turned to face him, his eyes narrowing. "Why do you care?"
Solomon raised an eyebrow, unfazed by Sunghoon's tone. "Because the entire board will be there. And, as you know, you're still the public face of the company. It would look... odd if you didn’t show up."
Sunghoon crossed his arms, his irritation growing with every word Solomon said. "I'm the face of this company because it’s mine. Don’t act like you’re doing me a favor by reminding me."
Solomon's expression didn’t change, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Of course, it’s your company. But, as your legal guardian, I’m in charge until you get a handle on things. And frankly, the stockholders are getting a little nervous with how things are going. There’s talk that the stock might take a dip... because you're still learning on the job."
Sunghoon's jaw tightened, and he glared at Solomon. "You're really enjoying this, aren’t you? Watching me struggle."
Solomon shook his head, his voice cool and measured. "No, Sunghoon. I’m trying to manage the situation before it spirals. You might not see it, but I’m doing my best to keep things steady for both of us."
Sunghoon scoffed. "You don’t know what you’re doing. You think you can just walk in and take over? This company needs me, not some legal guardian who barely knows how it works."
Solomon stared at him for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without another word, he turned and walked toward the door. As he reached for the handle, he glanced back. "It *is* your company, Sunghoon. But right now, I’m the one holding it together. You might want to start thinking about that." He paused, offering a tight smile. "I’ll see you at the opera."
With that, Solomon walked out, leaving Sunghoon fuming in the suite, the weight of his words settling in the room. Sunghoon clenched his fists, determination hardening his features. He wasn’t about to let Solomon win—not now, not ever. There had to be a way to get him out of the picture for good.
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At Constance, the air was crisp with the promise of winter, and Jungwon was eager to start his day. He walked alongside Jay, their breath visible in the cold morning air, as they made their way to their Shakespeare class.
“Jay, I want you to meet Ms. Im Yoona, our Shakespeare teacher,” Jungwon said, stepping into the classroom and gesturing toward their teacher, a warm and approachable woman with a gentle smile.
Yoona extended her hand, her Midwestern charm shining through. “It’s nice to meet you, Jay. I’m from Des Moines, Iowa, originally. New York is... well, very different from there,” she said with a small chuckle.
Jay shook her hand, nodding politely. “I bet. It must have been a big change moving here.”
Yoona nodded, her expression softening. “Definitely. Des Moines is much quieter, and New York can feel overwhelming at times, but I’ve grown to love the energy here.”
Jungwon grinned, his eyes lighting up. “If you ever need a break from the chaos, the lobby at The Palace Hotel is really nice. It’s surprisingly quiet, actually.”
Jay chimed in, “Or, if you’re into art, my dad’s gallery in Brooklyn is always a good escape. It’s pretty serene, especially on weekday afternoons.”
Yoona’s eyes twinkled with interest. “I’ll have to check those out. Thanks for the recommendations, boys.”
Meanwhile, outside the school, Sunoo was standing with his group of loyal followers—his so-called “minions”—as they crowded around him with phones in hand, constantly refreshing his email.
“Nothing yet?” Sunoo asked impatiently, his foot tapping against the ground as he scrolled through his own phone.
One of his minions, Sumin, was noticeably distracted, glancing at her own phone instead of focusing on Sunoo’s email. Sunoo’s eyes narrowed in on her, annoyance clear on his face.
“Sumin, what are you doing?” he snapped.
Sumin glanced up, a bit startled. “I’m waiting for my own acceptance email... from Columbia.”
Sunoo rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. “I don’t care about Columbia. I need to know if I got into *Yale*. Focus on that.” He gestured at his phone again, exasperated.
Sumin hesitated for a moment, clearly torn, but eventually nodded, sighing as she returned to refreshing his email.
As they all headed into the school, Sunoo marched ahead, muttering under his breath. “Honestly, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself,” he grumbled, glancing back to make sure Sumin was following orders.
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At Constance, the chatter of students filled the air as Jay and Jake lingered by the lockers. Jake looked a little nervous as he leaned against the wall, shifting from foot to foot before glancing over at Jay.
“So… are you going to the opera tonight?” Jake asked casually, though his nervous energy betrayed his attempt at nonchalance.
Jay nodded, a small smile playing at his lips. “Yeah, Jungwon’s taking me. His mom is making it a whole thing, and honestly, I’ve never been to an opera before, so I’m kind of curious.”
Jake grinned at that, rubbing the back of his neck. “That sounds cool. I was thinking about going too. My family has a box, and I was… uh… thinking of inviting Geonu to sit with me.”
Jay’s smile widened, sensing the vulnerability in Jake’s tone. “You should definitely ask him, man. It sounds like a good idea. You never know, he might be really into the opera vibe.”
Jake chuckled, still unsure. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just… well, you know how it is. Taking a guy to something fancy like that—it feels like a big move.”
Jay gave him an encouraging nudge. “Trust me, Jake, you’ve got this. If anyone can make an opera date sound cool, it’s you.”
Just as Jake was about to respond, Jay’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced down and saw a notification for a new email. His heart raced for a moment, but he kept his expression neutral.
“Hold on,” Jay muttered, opening the email.
Meanwhile, across town at the Yang residence, the day had taken on a very different tone. Min Ah stood in front of a full-length mirror in her bedroom, several stunning gowns draped across her bed as she tried to decide which one would be perfect for the night’s opera. Her reflection showed a woman deep in thought, her hand resting lightly on a midnight-blue dress she was considering wearing.
Before she could fully make up her mind, the sound of a knock on her door pulled her from her thoughts. Turning, she found Sunghoon standing in the doorway, looking as polished as ever despite the weariness in his eyes.
“Sunghoon,” Min Ah greeted, slightly surprised. “What are you doing here?”
Sunghoon stepped into the room, hands casually tucked into his pockets as he surveyed the array of gowns. “I need your help,” he said without preamble.
Min Ah raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. “Help? With what, exactly?”
Sunghoon paused for a moment, weighing his words carefully. “I’ve got a bit of a situation with Solomon at the company. I need to come up with a scheme, something that can get him out of the way—for good this time.”
Min Ah’s curiosity piqued, but she remained composed. “And why do you think I would help you with that?”
Sunghoon sighed, stepping closer. “Because you know how to play this game, Min Ah. You’ve always been good at it. And besides, I’ve always been able to count on you when things got tough.”
She crossed her arms, considering his words carefully. Sunghoon’s reputation preceded him, and aligning herself with one of his schemes wasn’t something to take lightly. But a part of her, the part that enjoyed the thrill of power moves and corporate chess games, couldn’t help but be intrigued.
“All right,” Min Ah said after a pause, her eyes narrowing. “I’ll hear you out."
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At Constance, the morning buzz of students chatting and shuffling through hallways was interrupted by a small group huddled by the lockers. Jungwon noticed Sunoo’s minions glued to their phones, frantically refreshing the screen over and over again. Curious, he wandered over and tilted his head in confusion.
“What are you guys doing?” Jungwon asked, watching their fingers fly across the phones.
Before they could respond, Sunoo snapped, “Don’t distract them, Jungwon. They’re working.” His eyes didn’t even leave his phone as he paced back and forth, tension evident in his stiff shoulders.
Jungwon’s brow furrowed. “Working? Refreshing your email?”
Sunoo shot him a sharp look. “Yes, this is Yale Day. My future is literally hanging in the balance. They can’t miss the email.”
Just as the words left his mouth, their phones chimed almost in unison with new notifications. Jungwon’s heart skipped a beat as he pulled out his own phone, hands shaking slightly. He scanned the subject line—there it was: *Congratulations! You’ve been accepted to Yale.*
A wave of relief and joy washed over him, but before he could fully process it, he glanced up and saw Sunoo staring intently at his screen. Sunoo’s eyes narrowed.
“The font on this thing is too small,” Sunoo muttered, squinting at his phone. “I need to check it on a real computer.”
Before he could react, Sumin, one of his minions, snatched the phone from his hand, reading it aloud. “Waitlisted,” she announced, her voice trailing off.
The word seemed to hang in the air, heavier than anyone expected. Sunoo’s expression hardened, his face falling as if someone had physically slapped him. His perfect, meticulously crafted world cracked in that one instant.
Jungwon, feeling the awkward weight of the moment, quickly checked his own email again and made a split-second decision. “Waitlisted too,” he blurted, shoving his phone back into his pocket before anyone could ask questions.
Jay burst through the doors, practically running toward them. His face lit up with excitement as he shouted, “Jungwon! I got in! I got accepted!”
Jungwon forced a smile, though his chest tightened seeing Sunoo’s crushed expression. “That’s great, Jay,” he replied, giving him a congratulatory pat on the back.
Jay, still grinning ear to ear, turned toward Jungwon. “You’re gonna be there in the spring too, man. They always accept more students in the second round. Don’t stress.”
Jungwon nodded, though his mind was far from the words of reassurance. His eyes flickered over to Sunoo, who now looked like a storm brewing on the horizon.
Sunoo, trying to maintain his composure but clearly boiling with frustration, whirled around and barked at his minions, “Get me a meeting with Headmistress Queller. Right. Now.”
The minions scrambled, phones in hand, as Sunoo stormed toward the administration office, leaving Jungwon and Jay standing there in the aftermath.
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At the Yang’s, Sunghoon stood in the middle of the living room, his hands gesturing wildly as he tried to explain the situation to Min Ah. His frustration was evident in the sharpness of his tone.
“I’ve tried everything,” Sunghoon said, pacing back and forth. “But I can’t get Solomon out. The man has no experience running a company like Park Industries, and if he stays in charge, Kiwoong’s legacy is going to crumble.”
Min Ah, sitting calmly on the edge of the sofa, folded her arms and gave him a steady look. “My concern isn’t for Park Industries,” she replied coolly. “It’s for you. You’ve been spiraling, Sunghoon. You’ve become so obsessed with keeping Kiwoong’s vision intact that you’re losing yourself in the process.”
Sunghoon stopped pacing and faced her, his jaw tight. “So what? I’m supposed to just let Solomon run the company into the ground?”
“I didn’t say that.” Min Ah’s voice softened as she stood up and stepped closer. “But maybe there’s another way to approach this. I’m asking you to consider moving back in, at least temporarily. We could figure out a way forward together. You don’t have to fight this alone.”
Sunghoon shook his head, backing away slightly. “I’m not interested in moving back in, Min Ah. I can handle this on my own. The question is—are you willing to help or not?”
Min Ah sighed, her expression troubled. “If I agree to help, it won’t be by scheming behind Solomon’s back or blackballing him with these poor attempts to get him removed. You’ve got to stop with that. It’s not working.”
Sunghoon frowned but didn’t argue. He knew she was right, though he wasn’t ready to admit it. “Fine,” he said after a pause. “I’ll stop trying to take him down from the shadows. But you need to talk to the board. You have influence there. They’ll listen to you.”
Min Ah studied him for a moment before nodding slowly. “I’ll talk to the board and see what I can do. But remember what I said, Sunghoon—you have to stop going after Solomon the way you have been. If you want my help, this is the only way forward.”
“Deal,” Sunghoon said, a faint smirk forming on his lips. “We’ll meet back up at two this afternoon. Don’t be late.”
Min Ah gave him a long look, then turned to leave the room. “I won’t be,” she replied softly, her tone full of unspoken worries.
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At Constance, Sunoo sat stiffly in the chair across from Headmistress Queller’s pristine desk. His fingers drummed nervously against his leg, his gaze never leaving her face as she leaned back in her chair. The room felt too quiet, the ticking of the clock echoing in the silence.
“Sunoo,” Queller began, folding her hands in her lap, “I spoke with Dean Park this morning. He informed me that if the student they accepted declines their offer, you will be the next in line for that spot at Yale.”
Sunoo’s brow furrowed in confusion, and then a flicker of realization passed over his face. “It’s Jay, isn’t it?” he asked, leaning forward in his seat. “He’s the one who got in, but he’s not going to give up his acceptance. Jay would never pass up Yale.”
Queller shook her head gently, her expression unreadable. “I wasn’t referring to Jay, Sunoo. The student I was speaking about is someone else entirely.”
Sunoo blinked, caught off guard. “Someone else?” he echoed. “Then... does that mean I still have a chance?”
Queller offered him a small, encouraging smile. “Yes, you most likely will get in. All you need to do is keep up your perfect transcript. You're right on the edge, Sunoo. Just stay focused, and the opportunity will be yours.”
Sunoo breathed out slowly, the weight of her words settling in. Relief began to spread through him, though a small voice of doubt remained in the back of his mind. “I’ve worked so hard for this,” he said quietly, almost to himself.
“I know you have,” Queller replied, standing from her desk. “And that hard work is paying off. Now, just continue on the path you’re on.”
She moved toward the door, gesturing for Sunoo to follow. Sunoo stood and walked out of the office, the tension in his shoulders beginning to ease. As he reached the hallway, Queller’s voice stopped him once more.
“You’re almost there, Sunoo. Just keep pushing forward,” she said, her voice firm yet kind.
Sunoo gave a slight nod, not quite able to muster a smile, but there was a spark of hope in his eyes. He left the office, his mind racing with possibilities.
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Elsewhere at Constance, Jungwon sat across from Ms. Yoona in the quiet of her classroom, the faint hum of the heater the only sound as autumn’s chill settled outside. He fiddled with the edge of his acceptance letter, which he had folded and refolded so many times it was starting to wear thin.
Yoona looked at him with her usual calm expression. “How do you feel about the acceptance?” she asked gently, sensing his hesitation.
Jungwon exhaled, leaning back in his chair. “I should be excited, right? It’s Yale. But… I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “The thing is, I’m not even sure I really want to go.”
Yoona tilted her head slightly. “It’s a big decision,” she said. “Choosing the right college is personal. You have to feel like it’s the right fit for you, not just because others think it is.”
Jungwon nodded, running a hand through his hair. “I guess that’s the problem. Everyone around me—my parents, friends—they all talk about Yale like it’s the dream, but… I don’t know if it’s my dream. It feels like I’ve just been following what other people want for me.”
Yoona smiled softly, understanding his dilemma. “It’s important to ask yourself what *you* want. College is a big chapter of your life, and it’s your decision to make. Not anyone else’s.”
Before Jungwon could respond, Sunoo approached them, his expression a mix of frustration and determination. “Jungwon,” he called out, catching their attention, “I think it’s Sumin.”
Jungwon frowned, confused. “Sumin? What do you mean?”
Sunoo crossed his arms, glancing toward the hallway. “The one who got into Yale. I’m pretty sure it’s her. Dean Park wasn’t talking about Jay or me—he was talking about her.”
Jungwon blinked, surprised. “Really? I didn’t even know she applied.”
Sunoo let out a sigh. “I didn’t either, but she’s always been sneaky like that.” He then turned his attention to Yoona. “Oh, Ms. Yoona, did you grade my essay?”
Yoona gave a small smile and reached into her desk, pulling out a neatly marked-up paper. “Here you go, Sunoo,” she said, handing it to him. “You did well on this one—keep up the good work.”
Sunoo took the essay with a nod of thanks, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. As he scanned over the comments, Yoona stood up from her chair.
“I’ll leave you two to talk,” she said, excusing herself. “But Jungwon, remember—whatever choice you make, make sure it’s *your* choice.” She gave him a knowing look before quietly stepping out of the classroom, leaving the two friends to their conversation.
Jungwon watched her leave, then turned back to Sunoo. “Do you think she’s right?” he asked, his voice quieter now.
Sunoo looked at him, folding his arms across his chest. “About making your own choice? Yeah, I do. You shouldn’t feel pressured, Jungwon."
As soon as Ms. Yoona slipped out of the classroom, the tension between Sunoo and Jungwon shifted. Sunoo glanced at Jungwon, raising an eyebrow. "You know, I’m kind of surprised Yale passed up the chance to accept you for the publicity. You’d be their golden child, a poster boy for what they want."
Jungwon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing down at the folded acceptance letter in his hands. "Yeah, well, like you said... they didn’t want me for me," he mumbled, his voice low and uncertain. "It’s not like I had any say in it anyway."
Sunoo chuckled softly, the sound devoid of its usual sharpness. "Jay’s probably mad. You know how he gets about stuff like this."
Jungwon gave a small, absent nod, not fully paying attention as Sunoo’s words echoed in his head. He was still processing everything—what Ms. Yoona had said, what Sunoo had pointed out. The weight of it all was starting to settle in.
Sunoo glanced down at the essay Yoona had handed back to him, briefly scanning the teacher’s notes. “Looks like I did better than I thought,” he muttered, tucking the paper under his arm. "But I’ve gotta go. Some things to deal with."
“Yeah, sure,” Jungwon replied distantly, watching as Sunoo made his way toward the door. The classroom felt quieter, almost hollow, once he was gone.
Suddenly, Jungwon's phone buzzed in his hand, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked down at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. Hesitantly, he answered. "Hello?"
“Jungwon, it’s Baekhyun, Dean Park’s receptionist,” the voice on the other end said, sounding brisk but polite. “The school wanted to confirm whether we could issue a press release about your acceptance to Yale for the fall. It’s standard procedure, but we just need your approval before moving forward.”
Jungwon’s heart sank. It felt like the weight of everyone’s expectations was hanging in the balance with this one simple request. He swallowed hard, his mind racing.
“Uh, I’m not sure yet,” he stammered, rubbing his temple. “I’ll have to call you back about that.”
Baekhyun paused, clearly taken aback. “Alright, just let us know as soon as possible.”
Jungwon nodded, even though Baekhyun couldn’t see it. “Yeah, I will. Thanks.” He quickly hung up and dropped the phone onto the desk in front of him. His hands were trembling slightly, and for the first time, he felt like he was truly standing at a crossroads.
The decision felt bigger than anything he’d ever faced before, but more than that, it wasn’t just about Yale anymore—it was about figuring out who he really was and what he really wanted.
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In the sleek, modern conference room at Park Industries, Min Ah sat poised at the head of the long table, her expression calm but resolute. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension as Pete Holmberg, the board’s lead advisor, settled into a chair opposite her.
“Min Ah,” he began, his tone slightly apologetic, “I wish we had been left at the helm. You know that. But Sunghoon… he really didn’t give us any choice but to put Solomon in charge.”
Min Ah's gaze hardened slightly. “I understand the circumstances, Pete. But Solomon is inexperienced, and he doesn’t have Kiwoong’s vision.”
Pete sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know. But Kiwoong’s will clearly stated that Sunghoon’s legal guardian is to be in control. All we can do is try to temper Solomon’s more reckless decisions. It’s not ideal, but—”
Before he could finish, the door swung open, and Solomon strode in, an arrogant smile plastered across his face.
“Am I interrupting something?” he asked, his eyes glinting with a mixture of charm and disdain.
“Just discussing the board’s concerns,” Min Ah replied coolly, keeping her expression neutral.
Solomon leaned against the doorframe, his gaze lingering on Min Ah. “You know, you really shouldn’t be so serious all the time. You could use a little fun, especially in this stuffy place.”
Min Ah raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “And you could use a little restraint, Solomon.”
He chuckled, his confidence unfaltering. “I like a woman who knows what she wants. It’s… refreshing. Why don’t you join me for a drink sometime? I could show you how to have a good time.”
Without a word, Min Ah reached into her purse and pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief. She tossed it toward him, her expression unchanging. “You might want to clean yourself up first. I think you have a little something on your nose.”
Solomon caught the handkerchief, the smile fading from his face as he inspected it. “What the hell is this?”
“Cocaine,” she said matter-of-factly. “It’s not a good look for someone in your position.”
He frowned, quickly tucking the handkerchief into his pocket. “Please, the board won’t dare get rid of me. I’m far preferable over a woman with your reputation.”
Min Ah met his gaze with unflinching confidence. “Reputation is built on actions, Solomon. And right now, yours is crumbling faster than you can hide it.”
He laughed, a hollow sound that echoed in the room. “You think you can intimidate me? I know how this game is played. You think you can walk in here and change everything? Good luck with that.”
“Just remember,” she said, standing up with poise, “I’m not afraid of you or your threats. Kiwoong built this company on integrity, and I intend to uphold that legacy—whether you like it or not.”
Solomon’s smirk returned, but there was an edge of uncertainty in his eyes. “We’ll see about that, Min Ah.”
As he exited the room, the door closing behind him, Min Ah let out a slow breath, her heart steadying. She was well aware of the challenges ahead, but one thing was certain: she wouldn’t back down without a fight.
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Back at Constance, the bustling hallways echoed with the chatter of students, their excitement palpable as Yale Day approached. Sunoo stormed into the classroom, his heart racing, and spotted Yoona grading papers at her desk. He couldn’t let this go any longer.
“Ms. Yoona!” he called out, his voice a mixture of urgency and frustration.
She looked up, surprise flickering across her face before settling into a neutral expression. “Sunoo, what’s wrong?”
“I saw my grade for the essay,” he said, unable to keep the edge out of his voice. “A B? You can’t be serious!”
Yoona raised an eyebrow, her demeanor calm. “I graded it based on the quality of your writing. It was a solid effort, but it didn’t meet the standards for an A.”
“Come on! It’s second semester! Everyone knows we get a free pass now so we can all get into the best colleges,” Sunoo argued, his frustration boiling over. “It’s not fair!”
“Maybe I’ll get in trouble for not inflating grades, but until then, I’ll grade like I always have,” she replied coolly, her eyes steady.
Sunoo took a step closer, desperation creeping into his tone. “You don’t understand! I have to keep my GPA perfect if I want to get into Yale! This one grade could ruin everything for me!”
“Grades aren’t just about getting into a school, Sunoo,” Yoona replied, her voice firm but not unkind. “They’re meant to reflect your work and effort. You need to understand that.”
He felt his heart sink, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on his chest. “But this isn’t just about me! It’s about my future!”
Yoona stood her ground, unwavering. “I understand that. But you need to focus on the learning process, not just the end result. Sometimes we need to accept that we don’t always get what we want.”
Sunoo opened his mouth to argue, but the words caught in his throat. She was walking away, her back turned to him, and he felt a wave of helplessness wash over him.
Defeated, he turned to Jungwon, who had just walked into the classroom. “I just lost Yale,” Sunoo said, his voice trembling as he blinked back tears.
Jungwon’s expression softened, concern flooding his eyes. “Sunoo, it’s not over yet. There’s still time to recover from this.”
“No, you don’t get it!” Sunoo exclaimed, his voice breaking. “This was my chance. I worked so hard for this, and now… now it’s all slipping away.”
“Just give me a moment alone,” Jungwon said gently, pulling out his phone. “I need to return a call.”
Sunoo nodded, trying to steady his breathing as he stepped back, feeling a swell of emotion. He watched as Jungwon stepped away, his mind racing with thoughts of disappointment and despair. Would he really lose everything he had worked for because of one grade?
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At the Yang residence, the atmosphere was charged with tension as Min Ah paced the living room, her expression fierce and determined. She stopped in front of Sunghoon, who was seated on the edge of the couch, flipping through a notepad filled with scribbled ideas.
“I’m ready to play dirty, Sunghoon,” she declared, her voice steady.
Sunghoon looked up, eyebrows raised. “You’re serious? You want to take Solomon down?”
“Absolutely. Just tell me what I need to do,” she replied, her eyes glinting with resolve.
He sighed and handed her a list. “Alright, here are a few ideas I came up with. We could leak some of his questionable business practices or expose his past. It’s time to show him that he’s not untouchable.”
Min Ah shook her head, biting her lip. “No, no, I can’t do anything illegal or unethical. I want to play it smart, not reckless.”
“Smart? We’re dealing with Solomon here,” Sunghoon countered, frustration creeping into his tone. “He’s not going to go down without a fight. We need to hit him where it hurts!”
Just then, Min Ah’s phone buzzed, interrupting their heated discussion. She glanced at the screen and saw Hyung Sik’s name flash before her. “It’s Hyung Sik,” she said, answering the call with a slight smile.
“Hey, I’ll call you back later,” she said into the phone, her tone softening. After a brief exchange, she hung up and turned back to Sunghoon, her smile fading.
“What was that about?” Sunghoon asked, crossing his arms, skepticism lacing his voice.
“I’m just meeting him for coffee,” she replied casually.
Sunghoon stared at her incredulously. “I can’t believe you’re going out with him so soon after Kiwoong’s death. Have you no sense of tact? No respect for your husband?”
Min Ah’s expression hardened at his words. “I can’t sit around mourning forever, Sunghoon. Life goes on, and I have to move forward.”
“Moving forward? It’s not about moving on from Kiwoong. You should be taking some time to reflect, to think about what you want.” Sunghoon shook his head in disbelief. “But I’m not surprised. You’ve always put yourself first.”
“Sunghoon, it’s not like that. I—”
“No, you know what? Forget it,” he cut her off, his voice rising in anger. “If you want to jump into a relationship with someone who’s basically your husband’s rival, then go ahead. Just don’t expect me to support it.”
Min Ah stood her ground, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “I don’t need your approval, Sunghoon. I can make my own choices.”
“Right. Just like you’ve always done.” He shot her a piercing look before standing up. “I’ll let you figure this one out on your own.” With that, he turned and stormed out of the apartment, leaving Min Ah alone in the tense silence, her heart pounding as she grappled with his words.
Taking a deep breath, she sank back onto the couch, staring at the list of ideas Sunghoon had given her, torn between her desire for revenge and the reality of her choices.
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At Constance, the tension was palpable in the air as Sunoo, Isa, Yoon, and Sumin huddled together in a corner of the cafeteria, their voices low but urgent. Sunoo leaned in, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Alright, listen up. We need to teach Yoona a lesson for giving me that B on my essay. I say we humiliate her in front of the entire school,” he proposed, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Yoon raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched on his face. “Are you serious? You want to take it that far? She’s still our teacher, Sunoo.”
“Exactly! And she’s ruining my chances of getting into Yale,” Sunoo shot back, determination in his voice. “I can’t risk it. We need to make her pay.”
Sumin shrugged, a hint of excitement in her eyes. “I’m in. What’s the plan?”
Before Sunoo could elaborate, Jungwon walked by, catching the tail end of their conversation. He narrowed his eyes, sensing something was off. “What are you guys up to?”
Sunoo turned, a smirk forming on his lips. “Oh, just planning a little… revenge on Yoona. Nothing big.”
Jungwon raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “You know that’s not going to end well, right? She’s not just some target for you to take aim at.”
Isa leaned in, trying to diffuse the situation. “We just want to remind her that grades shouldn’t dictate our futures. It’s not personal.”
Jungwon sighed, knowing Sunoo was stubborn. “Well, I hope you know she’s not going to take it lightly. You might regret this.”
Just then, Jay approached Jungwon, an idea lighting up his face. “Hey, how about we go to Yale for the weekend? It might help you get excited about going there.”
Jungwon’s heart raced at the thought, but he hesitated. “I don’t know, Jay. What if I don’t really want to go?”
“Do you want to go?” Jay asked, probing gently.
Jungwon glanced back at Sunoo and his group, who were still plotting their scheme. “I don’t think so. I mean, I’m not even sure it’s for me.”
Before he could think more about it, Jay noticed the tension brewing with Sunoo and his minions. “What are you all up to?” he asked, curiosity piqued.
Sunoo didn’t deny anything. “Just a little project involving Yoona. Nothing to worry about.”
Jay raised an eyebrow at Jungwon, concern creeping into his tone. “Wait, you got into Yale, didn’t you?”
Jungwon nodded slowly. “I did, but I declined the acceptance.”
“Why would you do that?” Jay questioned, his shock evident. “Why would you turn it down?”
“It’s complicated,” Jungwon said, avoiding eye contact. “Does it even matter?"
Jay frowned, feeling the weight of the situation. “So, what’s your plan now?”
“I’m just trying to get through this year without losing my mind,” Jungwon admitted. “But no, I’m not going to follow you if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Good,” Jay said, turning to leave. “Just think about what you really want, okay?”
As Jay walked away, Jungwon felt a surge of frustration. “Sunoo, are you really going to go after Yoona still?” he asked, exasperated.
“No,” Sunoo replied, his voice surprisingly flat. “I’ll find another way to deal with this. It’s not worth it.”
The heaviness of his words hung in the air as the group exchanged glances, unsure of what to do next. In that moment, the reality of their choices loomed over them, filling the cafeteria with an air of uncertainty.
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Jake and Geonu strolled down the sunlit streets, the atmosphere buzzing with the excitement of the upcoming evening. Jake had been rehearsing his invitation to the opera in his mind, feeling a flutter of nerves. He glanced over at Geonu, whose face was lit up with enthusiasm.
“Hey, Geonu,” Jake began, taking a deep breath. “I was thinking—”
“Guess what?” Geonu interjected, beaming. “I bought us tickets to the opera!”
Jake’s heart sank for a moment, surprised but also delighted by Geonu’s excitement. “Really? That’s awesome! Where are we sitting?”
Geonu’s grin widened. “We’ve got nosebleed seats! I saved up for them myself,” he said proudly, puffing out his chest as if the very act of purchasing the tickets was an achievement worthy of celebration.
Jake hesitated, glancing at Geonu’s radiant face. He had been about to invite him to the family box seats, which would have been a much more luxurious experience, but seeing Geonu’s pride made him reconsider. He didn’t want to dampen his friend’s excitement.
“Wow, that’s great! I can’t believe you managed to get tickets,” Jake said, forcing a smile, even though he felt a pang of disappointment. “I’m really looking forward to it.”
Geonu chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “I figured we should celebrate a little, you know? It’ll be fun to experience it together.”
“Definitely,” Jake agreed, feeling a warmth in his chest. “I’m glad we’re going. It’ll be a good time.”
As they walked, Jake couldn’t shake the feeling that he should have said something about the box seats, but he quickly pushed the thought aside. Instead, he focused on Geonu’s excitement, wanting to enjoy the moment.
“Have you seen any performances at the opera before?” Jake asked, shifting the conversation.
“No, this will be my first time!” Geonu exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. “I’ve heard it’s an amazing experience. I can’t wait to see it!”
“Same here,” Jake replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie as they continued their walk. “I think it’s going to be memorable.”
As they approached a café, Geonu suggested stopping for coffee, and Jake happily agreed. After all, the night was still young, and they had a thrilling evening ahead of them.
With every step, Jake felt a growing anticipation—not just for the opera, but for spending time with Geonu, sharing laughter and experiences that would only bring them closer together.
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At the loft, the atmosphere was lively as Niki prepared Hyung Sik for the evening’s big event. She paced the room, a flurry of energy and enthusiasm, while Hyung Sik sat on the couch, looking slightly bewildered by her fervor.
“Okay, Hyung Sik, first things first,” Niki said, hands on her hips. “The opera is not just about the music; it’s about how you present yourself. You have to look the part.”
Hyung Sik chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Look the part? You mean I can’t just wear my usual jeans and a T-shirt?”
“Absolutely not!” Niki replied, her eyes wide. “You need to wear something that shows you respect the occasion. Think classy—maybe a blazer? And don’t forget to smile. Confidence is key!”
Sieun, sitting nearby, chimed in, “Dad, I think Min Ah loves you because you’re not pretending to be someone you’re not. You just need to be yourself.”
Hyung Sik smiled at his daughter, appreciating her support. “Thanks, Sieun. I just want to do right by her. I know she’s had a rough time with everything lately, and I want to make this night special.”
Niki nodded, her demeanor softening a bit. “That’s sweet, Hyung Sik. Just remember, it’s not just about looking good; it’s about enjoying the experience. When they start singing, lean in. Show her you’re engaged.”
“Got it,” he replied, a mix of determination and nerves in his eyes. “I’ll try to act like I know what I’m talking about.”
Niki laughed, shaking her head. “Just don’t start shouting things like ‘Bravo!’ unless you’re sure it’s the right moment. We want you to blend in, not stand out like a sore thumb.”
Sieun smirked, “Imagine Dad yelling ‘Bravo!’ during the quiet parts. That would be something.”
Hyung Sik chuckled, “Yeah, that would definitely embarrass Min Ah. I’ll keep the cheering to a minimum.”
“Good plan,” Niki said, smiling. “And when you’re seated, make sure to lean slightly forward. It shows you’re interested. And whatever you do, don’t check your phone during the performance. That’s a major no-no!”
“I’ll remember that,” Hyung Sik promised, feeling more at ease with each passing moment. “Thanks for the tips, Niki. I want to make a good impression tonight.”
Niki smiled, clapping her hands together. “You’re going to do great! Just be yourself, and everything will fall into place.”
As they continued the lesson, Hyung Sik felt a renewed sense of confidence, bolstered by his daughter’s support and Niki’s guidance. Tonight, he would be the man Min Ah deserved, and he was ready to embrace the night with open arms.
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At the Kim household, the atmosphere was tense yet charged with excitement as Sunoo huddled with Isa and Yoona in the living room. Sunoo paced back and forth, a contemplative frown etched on his face, while Isa lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone.
“Okay, let’s break it down,” Sunoo said, finally stopping to face his friends. “What are the pros and cons of messing with Yoona?”
Isa glanced up, a mischievous smile creeping across her lips. “Well, the pros are obvious: you could totally throw her off her game. Plus, it might be entertaining.”
Yoon crossed her arms, a skeptical eyebrow raised. “And the cons?”
“Ah, well,” Isa continued, “the cons include potential backlash. She might not take kindly to being messed with. Plus, you could risk your grade.”
Sunoo rolled his eyes. “Grades schmade. I need to assert my dominance here. What do you think, Yoon?”
Yoon, sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaned back, considering the question. “Honestly? I think it’s a risky move. But if you’re careful and play it right, it could work in your favor.”
Sunoo nodded, a grin spreading across his face. “You’re right. I’m doing it. Time to take control.”
He reached for his phone, his fingers trembling with excitement. “Watch this,” he said, dialing Yoona’s number.
As the phone rang, Sunoo shot his friends a sly glance. They exchanged knowing smirks, barely containing their laughter.
“Hello?” Yoona’s voice crackled through the speaker, sounding surprised.
“Yoona, hey! It’s Sunoo,” he said, trying to sound casual.
“Sunoo? Is everything okay?” Yoona asked, her tone skeptical.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just wanted to apologize for how I acted the other day. I didn’t mean to be rude,” he said, leaning against the wall, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
“Um, okay. I appreciate that,” she replied, still sounding wary.
“So, I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with my family tonight before we all head to the opera?” Sunoo asked, feigning nonchalance.
There was a brief silence on the line. “Dinner? With your family?”
“Yeah, it’ll be fun! I promise my mom makes great food,” he coaxed, his heart racing. “What do you say?”
“I’m not sure…” Yoona hesitated, and Sunoo could practically hear her weighing the options in her mind.
“Come on, it’ll be a nice break before the opera. You can meet my family, and we can discuss Shakespeare or whatever. It’ll be good!” he pressed, putting on his most charming tone.
After a moment, Yoona relented. “Alright, fine. I’ll come. But just for dinner.”
“Yes! Awesome,” Sunoo cheered, trying to keep his enthusiasm in check. “Let’s meet at that Italian place down the street at six?”
“Okay, I’ll see you then,” she replied, sounding a bit more receptive.
As he hung up, Sunoo spun around to face Isa and Yoon, his excitement bubbling over. “She said yes! We’re having dinner!”
The two of them burst into laughter, and Isa smirked. “You are so going to regret this, Sunoo. You’re messing with the wrong teacher.”
Sunoo shrugged, unfazed. “Or maybe I’m just starting a new game. This is going to be fun!”
Yoon chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”
“Guts? More like genius!” Sunoo replied, already picturing how the night would unfold.
As the laughter continued, the tension in the room shifted from nervous anticipation to mischievous excitement, the trio plotting Sunoo’s next move in a game that was only just beginning.
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The grand lobby of the opera house buzzed with excitement as patrons dressed in elegant attire chatted animatedly. Hyung Sik and Min Ah stood off to the side, their eyes scanning the crowd for familiar faces. They spotted Jay and Jungwon approaching and waved them over.
“Hey, you two!” Min Ah called out, her smile brightening as they joined the couple. “We were just discussing potential road trips to visit you at Yale and Brown.”
“Yeah, it’d be fun!” Hyung Sik added enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with the idea. “Imagine the adventures we could have!”
Jungwon shifted his weight, a polite smile on his face. “Sounds cool, but I’m not really into road trips right now.” He glanced at Jay, who nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, I think I’ll pass on the road trip,” Jay added, a hint of boredom creeping into his voice. “I’ve got a lot going on.”
Min Ah raised an eyebrow, surprised by their disinterest. “Oh, come on! It could be a great bonding experience!”
“I appreciate the offer,” Jungwon said, “but maybe some other time.” He exchanged a knowing look with Jay, who was already scanning the room for an exit.
“Right. Well, I need to step outside for a bit,” Jay said, backing away from the conversation. “Catch you later.” He turned and headed toward the lobby doors.
As Min Ah watched him go, Hyung Sik sighed, his enthusiasm waning. “Not even a little bit curious about visiting?”
“Guess not,” Min Ah replied, her expression slightly deflated. “Let’s talk about something else.”
Meanwhile, Jake and Geonu entered the theatre, the dim light casting a warm glow on the ornate decor. Jake nudged Geonu playfully as they made their way to the bar for drinks. “I hope this place has good popcorn.”
“Is that really what you’re looking forward to?” Geonu chuckled, rolling his eyes.
“Of course! A trip to the opera isn’t complete without it,” Jake replied, his grin wide.
Just then, they bumped into Jay as he stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. “Hey, Jay! What’s up?” Jake greeted, his curiosity piqued.
“Not much. Just chatting with Hyung Sik and Min Ah about road trips to Yale and Brown,” Jay replied, crossing his arms. “You know, the usual.”
“Sounds exciting. I hear the campus is beautiful,” Geonu commented, trying to sound engaged.
“Yeah, if you’re into that sort of thing,” Jay said with a shrug. “They mentioned box seats for the opera, which is kind of funny because they were going on and on about it, and I had to remind them we’re in the third tier.”
Jake’s eyes widened slightly, and he shot Geonu a conspiratorial glance. “Wait, did you say box seats?”
“Yeah, but don’t get too excited. It’s not like we’re sitting there,” Jay said, waving his hand dismissively. “We’re way up here.”
Geonu, sensing Jake’s excitement, leaned in closer. “So, are there maybe some other seats available? You know, if we wanted to switch things up a bit?”
Jake grinned, his mind racing with possibilities. “Well, there’s a chance. I might know a guy who could get us into those box seats if we play our cards right.”
Geonu raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Seriously? You could pull that off?”
“Maybe,” Jake replied, his tone light but confident. “It’s worth checking out, right?”
Geonu nudged Jake playfully. “Let’s make this night memorable. I’m in.”
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The glamorous atmosphere of the opera house was electric as guests mingled, their elegant attire shining in the soft lighting. Min Ah and Hyung Sik stood together, posing for a series of photos that captured their vibrant smiles. Just as they were about to turn away, they noticed Solomon striding toward them, a confident smirk on his face. Beside him was Su Hyun, a representative from Bass Industries, dressed impeccably and observing the scene with keen interest.
“Look who we have here,” Solomon said, arching an eyebrow at Min Ah and Hyung Sik. “Did you really think showing up together would send a message? How quaint.”
Min Ah’s smile faltered for a moment as she felt a rush of annoyance. “And you think making a spectacle of yourself is better?” she shot back, crossing her arms.
Solomon chuckled, unfazed by her remark. “Just remember, every moment is an opportunity to reflect on your decisions.” With a casual wave, he turned on his heel and continued his stroll down the corridor, leaving Min Ah and Hyung Sik momentarily speechless.
“Classy as always,” Hyung Sik muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. Su Hyun smiled politely, the corners of her lips twitching as she tried to keep the mood light.
“Enjoy the show!” she called after them before catching up to Solomon. “Don’t be too long,” she added, her tone firm but friendly.
Once they were out of earshot, Hyung Sik turned to Min Ah, his expression a mix of irritation and concern. “What’s his deal? Why is he even here?”
Min Ah shrugged, her gaze following Solomon and Su Hyun. “He seems to think he can pull strings without anyone noticing. But it won’t last long.”
As they reached the top of the grand staircase, Min Ah spotted Bruce Caplan, the Park family lawyer, leaning casually against the railing, engrossed in his phone. He looked up as they approached, his expression shifting to one of mild surprise.
“Min Ah! Hyung Sik!” Bruce greeted them with a nod. “What brings you two here? I hope you’re not getting too cozy with the likes of Solomon.”
Min Ah forced a smile, though her mind was racing. “Actually, I was hoping to ask you about those documents we discussed. What do you need from me?”
Bruce furrowed his brow, his professionalism resurfacing. “The ones regarding the board’s decisions and Solomon’s position? What do you want me to do with them?”
Min Ah’s eyes lit up as an idea struck her like a bolt of lightning. “You know what? The solution to the Solomon problem is much simpler than we thought. Just give me a moment.” She glanced at Hyung Sik, then back at Bruce. “Can you wait here for a second?”
“Sure, what do you need?” Bruce asked, intrigued.
“I need to find Sunghoon,” Min Ah replied, determination in her voice. “I’ll be right back.”
Min Ah hurried off, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she searched the crowd for Sunghoon. After a brief moment of scanning the room, she spotted him chatting with a group of familiar faces. She approached him, her heart racing.
“Sunghoon!” she called out, and he turned, his expression shifting to curiosity.
“Min Ah? What’s up?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.
“I found a solution to the Solomon problem,” she said, excitement bubbling in her voice. “But I need you to meet me back with Bruce in fifteen minutes. It’s crucial.”
“Really?” Sunghoon replied, eyebrows raised in surprise. “What did you find out?”
“It’s better if I explain it to both of you at the same time. Just trust me on this,” Min Ah insisted, her gaze unwavering.
Sunghoon nodded, a serious expression settling on his face. “Alright. I’ll be there. Just don’t keep me waiting too long.”
With a quick nod, Min Ah turned on her heel and rushed back to where Bruce and Hyung Sik were waiting. The tension in the air was palpable, and she knew that whatever solution she had devised could potentially shift the balance in their favor. As she reached them, her mind raced with possibilities, ready to unveil her plan.
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The opera house buzzed with excitement as guests found their seats, the sounds of laughter and chatter filling the grand lobby. Jay made his way through the crowd, his heart heavy as he searched for Jungwon. He spotted him sitting alone in a quiet corner, gazing out over the bustling foyer. Taking a deep breath, Jay approached, his resolve wavering slightly.
“Hey,” Jay said, trying to keep his tone light. “Mind if I join you?”
Jungwon looked up, a hint of surprise crossing his features before he smiled. “Of course. What’s up?”
Jay shifted slightly, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “I wanted to talk to you. I’m not mad about you not going to Yale, you know. I just... I wish you hadn’t lied about wanting to go there for so long.”
Jungwon's expression turned serious, and he let out a sigh. “I didn’t figure it out until recently, honestly. Brown just feels like a better fit for me. I thought I wanted Yale because everyone expected it, but it’s not what I truly wanted.”
“I get that,” Jay replied, nodding slowly. “It’s just… weird, you know? I thought we’d be doing this whole college thing together.”
“Yeah, it is weird,” Jungwon admitted, running a hand through his hair. “But maybe it’s for the best. Besides, we’ll still be close enough to visit each other. And who knows, maybe it’ll be easier for us to figure things out when we’re not in the same school.”
Jay raised an eyebrow. “Speaking of figuring things out, what do you think about our parents dating? Min Ah and Hyung Sik?”
Jungwon chuckled softly, shaking his head. “It’s kind of ridiculous, isn’t it? It’s like they didn’t even think about us.”
“Right? Like we’re just supposed to deal with it,” Jay replied, a smirk creeping onto his face. “But maybe… maybe we should just let it happen on its own. If it’s meant to be, it’ll work itself out.”
Jungwon grinned, warmth flooding his chest. “Yeah, I think that’s the best option. Our parents' relationship probably won’t last anyway. They never do.”
“Exactly.” Jay's voice softened. “And no matter what happens, I still want you in my life, Jungwon. This doesn’t change how I feel about you.”
“Me too,” Jungwon said, his heart racing. He reached out, intertwining his fingers with Jay’s. The simple gesture felt comforting and right amidst the chaos of their families’ decisions.
“Come on,” Jay said, pulling Jungwon to his feet. “Let’s enjoy the show. Together.”
As they walked hand in hand toward the theater entrance, the world around them faded, leaving just the two of them. They might not have the answers about their parents or their futures, but they had each other, and for now, that was enough.
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As the lights dimmed in the grand opera house, Jake and Geonu settled into their seats high in the third tier, a world away from the stage below. Jake looked around, taking in the ornate chandeliers and the excited chatter of the audience.
“Wow, we really are in the nosebleed section,” Jake remarked, a teasing grin on his face. “I feel like I should have brought binoculars just to see the performers. Or maybe a drone.”
Geonu chuckled, nudging him with his elbow. “Hey, don’t knock it! The view is probably better up here. I bet we’ll see everything.”
“Sure, if by ‘everything’ you mean the back of someone’s head,” Jake shot back, glancing at the people seated in front of them. “I’m half a mile away from the stage! If the singers trip, I’ll be the last to know.”
Just then, two elderly ladies shuffled into the row, taking their seats next to Jake and Geonu. One of them immediately began to cough—a deep, rattling cough that seemed to echo throughout the theater. Jake raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smirk.
“Great,” he whispered to Geonu, trying to keep his voice down. “Now we’ve got our very own soundtrack.”
“Shh! Be nice,” Geonu replied, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Maybe she’s just nervous about the show. You know how some people are.”
Jake snorted softly. “Yeah, or maybe she just needs a cough drop. This is going to be the most entertaining opera ever—if I can survive the coughing fit.”
Geonu shook his head, stifling a laugh as the lady continued to cough, completely oblivious to her surroundings. “You’re terrible, you know that?”
“Terrible? I’m just making observations!” Jake insisted, grinning. “Like, what do you think the chances are that her cough is going to drown out the soprano? I give it three arias before we can’t hear anything but her.”
“Okay, but you have to admit, she’s really going for it,” Geonu replied, biting his lip to hold back laughter as the other lady next to her patted her on the back, trying to soothe her.
“Do you think they came up here just for the view, or are they plotting a way to start a coughing competition?” Jake said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Just try to enjoy the show,” Geonu urged, shaking his head at Jake’s antics. “You’re going to miss it if you keep this up.”
Jake leaned back in his seat, pretending to be serious. “Fine, fine. I’ll focus on the music and the drama. But if I suddenly find myself needing a cough drop, I’m blaming you.”
Geonu chuckled, shaking his head. “Just try not to laugh too hard when they start singing. I can already see it—one cough, and you’ll be in a fit of giggles.”
As the lights dimmed even further, the orchestra began to play, filling the theater with rich melodies. Jake turned his attention to the stage, but the distant sound of the elderly lady’s cough lingered in the air. Despite the awkwardness, he couldn’t help but feel that this night was shaping up to be one they’d remember—one way or another.
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As the bustling crowd filtered into the ornate opera house, Hyung Sik stood beside Min Ah near the entrance, his heart racing. “So, I studied the wrong opera,” he confessed, running a hand through his hair sheepishly. “I thought it was the one you’d be most impressed by, but I ended up preparing for something totally different.”
Min Ah’s lips curled into a soft smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “That’s actually really sweet of you,” she said, reaching up to touch his arm. “I appreciate that you tried to impress me. That means a lot.”
Hyung Sik felt warmth spread through him at her words. “Well, I hope I didn’t embarrass myself too much in front of your friends,” he replied, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice.
Before he could say anything else, Min Ah stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You could never embarrass yourself in my eyes,” she murmured, her gaze steady and sincere.
Just as she leaned in, their lips met in a gentle kiss, lingering for a moment that felt both electric and soothing. Hyung Sik couldn’t help but smile against her lips, feeling a rush of joy.
But their moment was abruptly interrupted as Jungwon and Jay strolled into the area, glancing around. They stopped short when they spotted the couple, their eyes widening in surprise.
“Uh, sorry! We didn’t mean to interrupt,” Jungwon stammered, his cheeks flushing slightly as he turned away.
Jay chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, you two seem… busy,” he teased, raising an eyebrow at Hyung Sik.
Min Ah pulled back, her face slightly flushed. “We were just… um, discussing the opera,” she said, trying to regain her composure.
“Right,” Jungwon said, still looking a little flustered. “Well, we’ll let you get back to it. We need to find our seats before the show starts.”
“Yeah, you should go,” Min Ah urged, glancing at Hyung Sik. “Enjoy the performance! I’ll catch up with you later.”
Hyung Sik nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement as the two boys began to back away. “See you guys in a bit!” he called out, a nervous laugh escaping him.
“Yeah, don’t keep her too long, Dad!” Jay quipped, winking at Min Ah as he and Jungwon turned to head to their seats.
Once they were out of earshot, Min Ah looked up at Hyung Sik with a playful smile. “I didn’t think we’d be caught like that. But I’m glad they saw. It’s nice to know you’re not afraid to be sweet,” she said.
Hyung Sik chuckled, running a hand along the back of his neck. “I guess it’s hard to hide something like this. But I’d like to think it’s worth being seen.”
Min Ah smiled, her expression softening. “Absolutely. Just hold on a minute, I need to find Sunghoon. I’ll be back shortly.”
“Want me to come with you?” Hyung Sik offered, hoping to keep the moment alive a little longer.
“No, I’ll just be a moment. You should grab your seat before it gets crowded,” she replied, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go.
“Okay, but I’ll be waiting for you,” Hyung Sik promised, watching as she turned and made her way through the throngs of people, feeling hopeful about what the night might bring.
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Sunoo squeezed past a few excited opera-goers as he made his way to his seat, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in his stomach. He was supposed to be enjoying the show with his friends, Jae Wook and Roman, but the earlier encounter with Yoona loomed heavily in his mind. Just as he settled into his seat, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
He pulled it out and glanced at the caller ID: Headmistress Queller. “This is unexpected,” he muttered, answering the call. “Hello, Headmistress.”
“Sunoo, I hope you’re enjoying the opera tonight,” Headmistress Queller’s voice came through, calm and measured. “I wanted to let you know that I spoke with Yoona regarding your recent essay grade.”
Sunoo felt a wave of dread wash over him. “And?” he asked, barely containing his anxiety.
“I ensured that you would end the course with an A. I trust you’ll use this opportunity wisely,” she said, her tone leaving no room for debate.
Sunoo’s heart sank. “Thank you, Headmistress. I appreciate it,” he replied, trying to mask the regret bubbling within him. “I… I messed up by trying to play games with Yoona.”
“Just remember, Sunoo, your education is more important than petty schemes. Focus on what matters,” she advised before hanging up.
As the call ended, Sunoo let out a long breath, the relief mingled with guilt. He turned to Jae Wook and Roman, who were already animatedly discussing the upcoming performance. “Guys, I need to go fix something before I can enjoy the show,” he said, a newfound determination in his voice.
“What do you mean?” Roman asked, tilting his head in confusion.
“Just something I need to handle with Yoona,” Sunoo said, standing up abruptly. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Don’t keep us waiting too long!” Jae Wook called after him, but Sunoo was already weaving through the crowd.
As he rushed out of the theater, he was oblivious to Sunghoon, who was waiting near the entrance, looking around for Min Ah. Sunghoon glanced at his watch, feeling a twinge of impatience mixed with anticipation.
Just then, Sunoo hurried past, barely missing him. Sunghoon furrowed his brow, recognizing Sunoo from school but not having the chance to say hello. “Hey, wait!” he called out, but Sunoo didn’t hear him, lost in his own thoughts about making things right.
Once outside, Sunoo took a moment to breathe in the fresh night air, the sounds of the theater muffled behind him. He knew he had to confront Yoona, to apologize and take responsibility for his actions. With a renewed sense of purpose, he headed in the direction he hoped she might be, ready to make amends.
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Min Ah walked toward Sunghoon with Bruce Caplan, the Park family lawyer, in tow. As they approached, Bruce adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “Sunghoon, I’m glad to find you here. We need to discuss something important.”
Sunghoon looked between them, curiosity piqued. “What’s going on?”
“Before Kiwoong’s passing, he was in the process of legally adopting Jungwon and Niki. Meanwhile, you were about to be adopted by Min Ah,” Bruce explained, his voice steady and authoritative. “I have the papers right here. Min Ah had them faxed to the box office for tonight.”
Min Ah smiled softly, her eyes reflecting both pride and determination. “If you sign these documents, Sunghoon, I’ll become your legal guardian and the new head of Park Industries.”
Sunghoon felt a surge of resolve wash over him. He took the papers from Bruce, glancing over them quickly. “Where do I sign?” he asked, his tone firm.
Bruce pointed to the designated line at the bottom. “Right here, Sunghoon. It’s a significant step for both you and Min Ah.”
Without hesitation, Sunghoon signed the document, the pen gliding smoothly across the paper. Once he was done, he handed it back to Bruce, a sense of liberation flooding through him. “It’s done,” he said, a hint of a smile breaking through.
Just then, Solomon approached, his demeanor dripping with arrogance. “What’s going on here?” he demanded, eyeing the documents in Bruce’s hands. “You can’t sign anything without my consent, Sunghoon.”
Sunghoon turned to him, his expression unbothered. “Actually, I just did,” he replied coolly. “And you just lost the company.”
Solomon’s face paled, a mix of disbelief and anger washing over him. “You think this is over? You have no idea what you’re getting into,” he sneered, but the crack in his confidence was evident.
“Maybe not,” Sunghoon shot back, standing tall. “But I know I don’t need you, and with Min Ah by my side, I’m ready to take this company in a new direction.”
Min Ah placed a reassuring hand on Sunghoon’s shoulder, her pride in him palpable. “We’re going to do great things, Sunghoon. Together,” she said firmly, her gaze locked on Solomon.
“You’ll regret this,” Solomon hissed before turning on his heel, storming off into the crowd.
Sunghoon watched him go, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. “I think I’m going to like this new chapter,” he said, glancing at Min Ah.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Min Ah replied, her smile widening. “We’ll make it work, I promise.”
With newfound confidence and a solid plan, Sunghoon felt ready to embrace whatever came next.
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Sunoo walked through Central Park, his mind racing as he searched for Yoona. The sun was beginning to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the path. He spotted her sitting on a bench, scrolling through her phone, her expression a mix of frustration and disappointment.
“Yoona!” he called, approaching her with an apologetic look.
She glanced up, her eyebrows knitting together. “You! I can’t believe you sent me to that closed restaurant,” she said, her voice sharp. “And you lied about the curtain time!”
Sunoo ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply. “I was just trying to teach you a lesson,” he replied, trying to sound casual. “You know, get you to loosen up a bit.”
“That’s not how it works, Sunoo,” Yoona retorted, crossing her arms. “It’s supposed to be the other way around. You should be the one learning.”
He shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the ground. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I’m still growing up, you know? I guess I just can’t help but act out against people sometimes.”
Yoona studied him for a moment, her expression softening slightly. “We all make mistakes, but there are better ways to handle things,” she said gently. “You should try to communicate instead of pulling stunts like that.”
Sunoo nodded, the weight of her words settling in. “I get it. I’m sorry, really. Let me help you find a ticket for the opera. I can—”
“No,” Yoona interrupted, shaking her head. “I’ll figure it out myself. I’ll see you Monday, okay?”
“Okay…” Sunoo replied, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment as he turned to leave. He walked back to his car, the engine humming to life as he pulled away from the curb.
Once he was gone, Yoona pulled out her phone, her expression resolute. She dialed Headmistress Queller’s number, waiting impatiently for her to pick up.
“Hello, Headmistress? It’s Yoona,” she said as soon as the line connected. “I need to discuss something important regarding Sunoo’s recent behavior. I think it’s time we addressed some of the issues he’s facing.”
As she spoke, her determination grew, and she knew she had to take action—not just for herself, but for Sunoo as well.
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Min Ah stepped into the restroom, the soft click of the door echoing behind her. She moved to the mirror, pulling out her lipstick and preparing to reapply it. Just as she began to swipe the color onto her lips, she heard the door click shut again.
“Seriously?” she muttered, glancing up to find Solomon leaning against the door, a smirk plastered across his face.
“Just wanted to make sure we have a little chat,” he said, locking the door behind him.
“Solomon, this isn’t the time or place for this,” Min Ah replied, her voice steady but her heart racing. “You know the adoption is what Kiwoong wanted.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not happening. You think I’m going to let you take the company from me just like that?” He stepped closer, his eyes glazed with an unsettling intensity.
Min Ah took a step back, trying to keep her composure. “You’re high right now. You’re not thinking about the repercussions of what you’re doing.”
“Oh, I’m thinking just fine,” he said, a dangerous edge to his tone. “I know what’s at stake, and I won’t let you walk away with everything.”
She tried to push past him, but he blocked her way, his expression hardening. “You really think you can just waltz in and take control? Not a chance.”
“Let me out, Solomon,” Min Ah said firmly, her patience wearing thin. “You’re not going to win this.”
Meanwhile, outside the restroom, the crowd began to shift as the intermission ended. Hyung Sik scanned the area, spotting Jay nearby.
“Hey, have you seen Min Ah?” he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
“No, I haven’t,” Jay replied, glancing around. “But I think I saw Sunghoon. Maybe he knows where she is.”
Hyung Sik nodded, hurrying over to Sunghoon. “Did you see Min Ah? She mentioned going to the powder room.”
Sunghoon's brow furrowed as he remembered. “Yeah, she did say that a while ago, but there’s a huge line forming outside. She should be out by now.”
Hyung Sik's concern deepened as he moved toward the restroom door, trying the handle. “It’s locked,” he said, pulling back in confusion.
A woman at the front of the line shot him a quizzical look. “What’s going on? Why is it locked?”
“I’m not sure,” he replied, glancing back at Jay, who had joined him. “I’ll try again.”
He pushed against the door, but it didn’t budge. “Min Ah! Are you in there?” he called out, his voice rising with anxiety.
There was no answer, only silence, and the tension in his chest tightened further.
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Inside the restroom, the atmosphere turned charged with tension as Solomon stepped closer, his demeanor shifting from arrogant to aggressive. “You think you can just take everything from me?” he shouted, grabbing Min Ah by the arm, his grip tight and painful. “You can’t force me out of my job!”
Min Ah’s heart raced as she struggled to break free. “Let go of me, Solomon!” she yelled, her voice trembling with fear. But he didn’t listen; instead, he moved closer, leaning in to kiss her roughly.
Min Ah recoiled, horror washing over her. “Stop! No!” she screamed, panic surging through her. She pushed against him, trying to shove him away, but he pressed forward, his intentions darkening.
Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside the restroom. “Min Ah!” Sunghoon shouted, panic lacing his voice as he threw the door open with a security guard right behind him. The door slammed against the wall, the sudden entrance shocking Solomon.
“Get away from her!” Sunghoon yelled, his eyes wild with fury. He lunged forward, grabbing Solomon by the collar and pulling him back.
The security guard rushed in, ready to intervene, but Sunghoon didn’t wait. In one swift motion, he swung his fist, landing a solid punch squarely on Solomon’s jaw. The force of the blow sent Solomon staggering back, stunned and momentarily disoriented.
“Min Ah!” Sunghoon turned to her, his expression shifting from rage to concern. He rushed to her side, finding her shaking and tear-streaked. “Are you okay?”
“I—I'm fine,” she said, her voice quivering as she leaned into him for support. “Thank you for coming in time. I thought... I thought I was—”
“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You’re safe now. He’s not going to hurt you.”
The security guard stepped forward, placing a hand on Solomon’s shoulder as he regained his composure. “You’re going to need to come with me,” he said firmly, keeping a watchful eye on Solomon, who glared at Sunghoon with a mix of rage and humiliation.
As Solomon was escorted out, Min Ah turned to Sunghoon, her eyes welling with gratitude. “I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t come,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
“I couldn’t let him hurt you,” Sunghoon replied earnestly, his grip on her tightening slightly. “I care about you too much.”
Min Ah looked up at him, her expression softening as she searched his eyes. “You really saved me.”
“I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” he promised, his voice steady.
Just then, Hyung Sik entered, breathless and worried. “What happened? I heard shouting—”
“Everything’s fine now,” Min Ah said quickly, her tears still lingering but her voice gaining strength. “Sunghoon saved me.”
Hyung Sik’s expression shifted to one of relief as he took in the scene. “Thank goodness you’re okay, Min Ah,” he said, stepping forward and pulling her into a gentle embrace. “I was worried.”
Sunghoon watched, feeling a mix of emotions as he let Min Ah lean into Hyung Sik. But he understood—she needed support, and he had done what he came to do. As the chaos settled around them, he knew one thing for sure: he’d always be there to protect her.
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The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window of Min Ah’s apartment as she and Hyung Sik sat together at the kitchen table, a newspaper spread out before them. A photo of the two of them, arms around each other, beamed back at them, capturing the moment they had shared at the opera. They both chuckled at the headline: “Young Couple Heroes: Saving the Day at the Opera.”
“Look at us!” Hyung Sik laughed, pointing to the picture. “We look like we just won a couple’s contest or something.”
Min Ah grinned, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “We do! I can’t believe they captured that moment so perfectly. I’m still just glad it all turned out okay.”
Hyung Sik leaned back in his chair, studying her for a moment. “Are you really sure you’re okay?” he asked, his tone shifting to one of concern. “I know everything with Solomon was really intense.”
She nodded, her expression softening. “I promise, I’m okay. It’s just a relief to have it all behind me.”
Just then, Sunghoon entered the apartment, his demeanor brightening the room. “Hey, guys! What’s so funny?” he asked, walking over to the table.
Min Ah quickly hid the newspaper behind her back, but Hyung Sik chuckled again. “Oh, just a little something in the paper. You’ll see it later.”
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, but before he could ask more questions, Hyung Sik stood up. “I should probably get going,” he said, glancing between them. “But I’ll see you both later?”
Min Ah smiled at him, appreciative of his support. “Yeah, definitely. Thanks for being here, Hyung Sik.”
As he made his way toward the door, he turned back, extending his hand to Sunghoon. “Good to see you again, man.”
Sunghoon shook his hand firmly, a hint of respect passing between them. “You too, Hyung Sik. Thanks for looking out for Min Ah.”
Once Hyung Sik left, Min Ah turned to Sunghoon, her expression growing serious. “I wanted to tell you—Solomon is on his way back to Australia. I didn’t press charges because I just wanted him gone.”
Sunghoon’s eyes widened slightly. “I’m glad to hear that. He doesn’t deserve to be around here.”
She smiled faintly, her heart swelling with gratitude. “And I want you to know, on your 18th birthday, I’m going to give you the company back, just like Kiwoong wanted.”
His expression shifted from surprise to warmth. “Really? But what about you?”
“I want you to be a part of my family,” Min Ah said, sincerity shining in her eyes. “You deserve to have your place in this.”
Sunghoon felt a surge of emotion at her words. “I’ve been thinking a lot about everything that happened with my father,” he admitted, his voice quiet. “I know it was an accident. I want to move back in with you.”
Her heart fluttered at his admission, a smile breaking through her previously serious expression. “You would really want that?”
“I would love that,” he said, stepping closer to her, his eyes filled with determination. “I miss being with you and having you in my life.”
Min Ah’s smile widened, relief washing over her. “I would love that too, Sunghoon. We can figure this out together.”
They shared a moment of understanding, their previous struggles fading away as they embraced the possibility of a brighter future. The tension between them melted into something softer, the bond they shared stronger than ever.
“Let’s make a fresh start,” she said, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.
“Together,” Sunghoon agreed, a newfound sense of hope radiating between them.
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At the Kim residence, Sunoo paced around his room, phone pressed to his ear. “Okay, Jungwon, so we’re on for afterward, right? I’ll meet you at the coffee shop near Constance.”
“Absolutely! Just don’t take too long with Headmistress Queller. I want to hear all the juicy details,” Jungwon teased, his voice light and playful.
Sunoo chuckled, adjusting his shirt in front of the mirror. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick. I’ll text you as soon as I’m done. Just try not to get into too much trouble without me!”
“Me? Trouble? Never!” Jungwon replied, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “Alright, good luck with the headmistress. See you soon!”
After hanging up, Sunoo took a deep breath, a mix of anticipation and anxiety swirling in his stomach. He glanced at a photo on his desk: it was a candid shot of him and Jungwon from the Cotillion, both of them smiling wide. It sparked a moment of nostalgia.
Meanwhile, at the gallery, Jay was adjusting some of the artwork on display when his phone buzzed with an incoming call. He glanced at the screen and saw Jungwon’s name flash across it. He hesitated, then decided to ignore it, putting his phone back down. Just then, Yoona entered, her presence brightening the room.
“Hey, Jay!” she called out, her voice cheerful. “I decided to take your advice and come to Brooklyn.”
Jay looked up, a smile breaking across his face. “Really? That’s great! You’ll love it here. Brooklyn has a vibe like no other.” He motioned to the coffee machine in the corner. “Want a coffee? I just brewed a fresh pot.”
“Sure! That sounds perfect,” she said, walking over to the counter. As he poured the steaming liquid into a cup, Jay felt a rush of warmth at her enthusiasm. “So, how’s the gallery been treating your dad?” Yoona asked, leaning casually against the counter.
“It’s been busy but good. We just got a new shipment of pieces, and he is excited about some of the upcoming exhibits,” he replied, handing her the coffee. “I think you’ll really enjoy the new installations.”
She took a sip, nodding appreciatively. “Mmm, this is amazing. You’ve got a talent for making great coffee, Jay.”
He chuckled, leaning against the counter beside her. “I learned from the best—my barista neighbor who always seems to be throwing espresso shots at me in the mornings.”
“Sounds like a solid plan!” she replied with a laugh. “Maybe I should borrow his skills for my own coffee-making endeavors. I need to step up my game.”
“Or you could just keep visiting me here,” Jay suggested, a playful grin on his face. “I promise to keep the coffee flowing.”
“Deal!” Yoona said, feeling a little lighter in Jay’s company.
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At Constance, the polished marble floors gleamed under the bright overhead lights as Sunoo stepped into Headmistress Queller's office. The room smelled of leather and freshly brewed tea, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in his mind.
“Sunoo,” Headmistress Queller said, her tone measured and serious as she gestured for him to sit. “I’ve been made aware of your recent behavior towards Yoona.”
Sunoo straightened in his seat, a sense of dread pooling in his stomach. “I—”
She cut him off with a raised hand. “I don’t need to hear excuses. What you did was unacceptable, and as a result, you are going to have detention.”
“Detention? For how long?” Sunoo asked, his heart sinking further.
“For the foreseeable future,” she replied, fixing him with a steely gaze. “And I must inform you that Yale has put your acceptance on hold until you complete satisfactory detention. This is a serious matter.”
“Wait, my acceptance is on hold?” Sunoo felt the air rush out of him. “You can’t do this! I’ve worked so hard!”
“It’s already been decided,” Headmistress Queller said firmly. “You need to understand the consequences of your actions, Sunoo. I hope this serves as a wake-up call.”
Sunoo nodded, barely able to muster a reply. He left the office feeling defeated, his mind racing with the implications of her words. Once outside, he spotted Krystal waiting for him, her expression curious.
“What happened?” she asked, falling into step beside him as they walked through the bustling halls.
“Detention,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “And Yale’s put my acceptance on hold.”
Krystal’s eyes widened. “That’s insane! What did you do?”
“I messed with Yoona,” he confessed, frustration lacing his voice. “But this time, it’s war. I won’t get caught.”
Krystal raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips. “You’re serious? What’s your plan?”
Sunoo’s expression hardened as determination set in. “I’ll find a way to turn this around. I’m going to show everyone that I’m not the one to mess with.”
As he spoke, a flicker of excitement crossed Krystal’s face. “I like the sound of that. Just remember, don’t go too far.”
Sunoo shot her a confident smile, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders but also a sense of thrill. “I won’t. I’ve got this.”
“Sunoo thinks he’s ready for war, but with every battle comes its casualties. Detention? More like a breeding ground for schemes. Will Yoona rise to the occasion or fall into Sunoo’s trap? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, darling. Until next time, XOXO, Gossip Girl.”
