Chapter 102: Choreographed by Fate

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"Are you always like this when you're in love?" he teases.

"Worse," I say.

He smiles, and it's soft. Real. Devastating.

When we arrive at the Seoul Arts Center - Opera Theater, it's breathtaking.

The building glows under the golden light, a beacon of art and beauty against the dusk sky

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The building glows under the golden light, a beacon of art and beauty against the dusk sky.

Patrons in floor-length gowns and crisp tuxedos move in elegant clusters, laughter echoing under the marble arches.

We step out, hand brushing hand, and I feel his excitement pulsing off him like a second heartbeat.

Inside, the velvet carpeting swallows our footsteps. The chandeliers shimmer.

We show our tickets to the usher, who checks the invitation and immediately lights up.

"Oh! Mr. Min and Mr. Jung? Please, follow me-Ms. Kim has arranged something special."

Our eyes meet.

Oh my god.

VIP treatment. Jia. You absolute goddess.

Hobi clutches my arm like he's won the lottery. "Hyung. VIP. JIA SENT FOR US."

"I'm aware," I mutter, but even I can't hide the grin on my face.

We're escorted through a side corridor, away from the bustling crowd, and straight into one of the best box seats in the entire venue.

Front-row balcony view, plush seats, private service, the works.

And it is stunning.

Plush velvet seats

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Plush velvet seats. Polished gold details. Private service. A crystal-clear view of the stage.

There's even a small bouquet waiting on the table with a card that reads,

"To my favorite boys-Enjoy the awakening. Love always, Jia."

Hobi lets out the tiniest scream.
I think I choke on air.

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