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Chapter 101: From Just Us to All of Us

More followed-Ha Eun, Trina, Si Woo. All with warmth in their laughter, joy in their steps. Like they'd been waiting to be part of this story.

And then came Dara.

Sharp suit. Diamond-cut aura.

The kind of woman who doesn't walk into a room-she announces her existence and time stops to listen.

Kookie leaned in and whispered like he was seeing a celebrity in the wild,

"That's her?"

I nodded, eyes wide. "I think I'm in love."

She strode up to us with the confidence of someone who could run five companies before breakfast and still make it to brunch for gossip.

She gave us a once-over and smirked.

"So these are the ones who stole my babies' hearts?"

"Guilty," I said, trying not to stammer under the weight of her gaze.

"Good," she purred-her voice silk dipped in lightning.

"Tae, Y/N, and Yoongi? They deserve to be worshiped. Preferably on a pedestal. With snacks."

From somewhere behind us, Jin hyung groaned dramatically, "And me? Am I chopped kimchi?"

Without missing a beat, Dara turned to him with a wink, "Please, Seokjin. You're already spoiled rotten. The world is your stage."

I swear he looked genuinely offended for half a second-until she pats his shoulder and sashayed off like she owned the entire villa.

Which, honestly? She might as well have.

Next came Juseo-Yoongi hyung's oldest friend, with the kind of calm presence that felt like warm tea on a cold day.

"We're just meeting now," he said with a kind smile, "but honestly? I already know you. Yoongi doesn't shut up about you two."

Yoongi hyung, passing by with a drink in hand, shot him a look. "I do shut up. Occasionally."

Juseo smirked. "Not when it's about them."

And then Jia walked in-yes, Kim Jia.

Jin hyung's younger sister. World-famous ballerina. Renowned pianist. Walking like she'd choreographed her own entrance.

Graceful, poised, and already radiating firecracker energy like she invented it.

I've watched her ballet performances for years. I'm not even embarrassed to admit that I've cried. Twice.

Okay, maybe three times.

Fine-four.

I'm a fan. A huge one.

And then it hits me-Yoongi hyung is a fan too.

He once casually mentioned he watched every one of her piano recitals like it was no big deal, but he had that suspicious Yoongi glint in his eye that said,