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Chapter 102: Choreographed by Fate

Hobi texted ten minutes ago,

Hoseok (Private to Yoongi)
Final look check, be down in 3! Don't honk or I'll cry.

Hobi had a shoot today for a luxury streetwear collab-some big brand that sent him a ridiculous amount of clothes, half of which ended up on the catwalk of our living room last night while he modeled for Wacha.

She gave him two blinks and turned away.

Classic.

I wait by the car, straightening the cuffs of my jacket.

I'm in black-classic, tailored, simple but sharp. Even added a watch.

Jin hyung would be proud.

He's always lecturing me about "power silhouettes" and "intentional accessorizing."

Tonight deserves intention.

And then the studio door opens-and there's Hoseok.

He's walking down the stairs like the world is his stage.

And maybe it is.

Jet-black suit tailored to perfection, with contrasting white cuffs and shirt hem peeking out like deliberate strokes of style. A black dress shirt, unbuttoned just enough to be effortlessly cool.

Tousled hair, soft and styled with just the right amount of edge. His skin glows under soft lighting, radiating confidence like he belongs on the cover of every magazine.

He's sunshine in formal wear.

When he spots me leaning against the car, he grins wide and lifts his arms dramatically.

"Ta-da~! Be honest, hyung-should I be arrested for how good I look?"

I pretend to consider. "You'll do."

"Rude!" he gasps, then grins wide as I open the door for him.

"You look good too, by the way. Like 'press me against a dressing room mirror' good."