All the teams had returned to camp, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and exhaustion. While others mingled, eagerly discussing their progress and speculating about the next activity, Jan Di slipped away quietly. She walked briskly to her suite, her mind focused on freshening up and finding some much-needed solitude.
Moments later, David followed her, unnoticed by the others, his steps unhurried yet purposeful. He'd observed her subtle discomfort during the day, the way she winced occasionally or shifted uneasily, and he wasn't about to leave her alone now.
Inside her suite, Jan Di disappeared into the bathroom without a word. She stood under the warm spray of the shower, hoping the water would wash away not just the day's exhaustion but the stubborn ache of her cramps. It was always like this—her time of the month never came without a fight, leaving her irritated, vulnerable, and craving space.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, her hair damp and her body wrapped in a white bathrobe, the last thing she expected was him. David sat comfortably on the couch, his long legs stretched out, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. His mask—his ever-present shield—lay on the table beside him. With the remote in his hand, he flicked through the channels absently, his expression unreadable but somehow still commanding.
Jan Di froze, gripping the edges of her robe tighter. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders, droplets of water falling silently onto the floor. "Still feeling uncomfortable?" David asked, his tone calm, almost conversational as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
She didn't answer. Instead, her eyes narrowed as she straightened her posture. "Why are you here?" she asked, her voice cold, her irritation bubbling to the surface.
He leaned back, his lips curving slightly, though it wasn't quite a smile. "Shouldn't I be asking you the same thing?" His eyes, sharp and unwavering, met hers. "You've been running from me all day, Jan Di. So, I came here to make sure you're alright."
"I don't need your concern," she snapped, stepping farther into the room. She felt exposed under his gaze, the softness of the bathrobe doing little to shield her from his penetrating eyes. "And I definitely don't need you barging in like this."
David set the remote down, his movements deliberate and slow, as though he were giving her time to calm down. "Barging in?" he echoed, his voice dipping into a tone that made her stomach twist. "You didn't even lock the door."
Her lips pressed into a thin line, realizing he was right but refusing to admit it. She turned her back to him, walking toward the dresser to grab a comb. "Well, I didn't expect anyone to come in uninvited," she said, trying to sound composed. She could still feel his presence behind her, unshaken and solid.
"Jan Di," he said softly, his voice cutting through her defenses like a knife. She paused but didn't turn. "I know you're uncomfortable," he continued. "I noticed it earlier. The way you winced when you thought no one was looking." He stood up, his footsteps unhurried as he approached her. "You've been pushing yourself too hard today."
"I'm fine," she said quickly, her voice tight as she began combing her wet hair. "You don't need to concern yourself with me. Go back to your suite."
His hand reached out, gently taking the comb from her fingers, and she froze at the unexpected contact. He moved in front of her, their faces only inches apart. His gaze softened, and for a moment, the weight of his usual intensity lifted. "You don't have to act so tough all the time," he said quietly, his tone laced with something she couldn't quite place—concern? Frustration? Affection? "At least not with me."
Her breath hitched as he began combing her hair, his fingers brushing against her damp strands with surprising tenderness. The gesture was so out of place, so uncharacteristic, that she didn't know how to respond. For a moment, she let him, her heart pounding in her chest as the room filled with an unfamiliar silence.
But the vulnerability of the moment was too much for her. She stepped back abruptly, snatching the comb from his hand. "Stop it," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "You don't get to do this."
"Do what?" he asked, his voice calm but his eyes sharp.
"Pretend like you care," she said, her anger rising to mask the confusion and unease bubbling inside her. "You always have some ulterior motive, don't you? So, what is it this time?"
He didn't respond right away, his expression unreadable. Then he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he looked down at her. "You really think I don't care?" he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper. "After everything?"
Her heart raced, but she refused to let him see how much his words affected her. She turned away, her hands gripping the comb tightly. "Just leave," she said, her voice barely audible. "I don't want to deal with you right now."
For a moment, he didn't move, and she thought he might argue. But then she heard his soft sigh, followed by the sound of his footsteps retreating. When the door clicked shut behind him, she finally exhaled, her shoulders slumping as the tension left her body. But the space he left behind felt heavier than his presence, and she couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't over—not by a long shot.
"Mood swings..." David muttered to himself with an amused smirk as he exited the suite. He adjusted his mask back into place and headed to his penthouse. Moments later, he returned, a neatly folded outfit draped over his arm. Without knocking, he stepped inside, his casual presence startling Jan Di, who had just finished drying her hair.
Her head snapped up, her eyes narrowing. "Why did you come back?" she demanded, irritation laced in her tone.
David chuckled softly, leaning against the doorframe as though he had all the time in the world. "Because you're my wife," he replied smoothly, holding out the outfit for her. His voice was calm but firm, as if the statement needed no further justification.
Jan Di's expression hardened, her irritation deepening. "And that gives you the right to barge in whenever you feel like it?"
He ignored her question, taking a step closer and extending the outfit toward her. "I got you something," he said, his tone softer now but still tinged with that unshakable confidence. "Let me see how you look in it."
She glanced at the neatly folded fabric, her curiosity warring with her annoyance. "I don't need anything from you," she replied, crossing her arms defensively.
David tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement behind the mask. "Don't be stubborn, Jan Di. Just try it on." His voice lowered, carrying a hint of playfulness. "Humor me."
Her lips pressed into a tight line, and for a moment, she considered throwing the outfit back at him and demanding he leave. But the weight of his gaze, coupled with the unspoken challenge in his tone, made her pause. With a huff, she snatched the outfit from his hands.
"Fine," she muttered, turning toward the bathroom. "But you're leaving as soon as I'm done."
David didn't reply, merely taking a seat on the couch as though he planned to stay exactly where he was. Jan Di glanced back at him briefly, her annoyance flaring again, but she said nothing. Once inside the bathroom, she unfolded the outfit, her fingers brushing against the luxurious fabric. It was simple yet elegant, the kind of understated style she preferred, but it still carried an air of sophistication that screamed David's influence.
Why does he have to be like this? She thought, slipping into the outfit despite her reluctance. It fit perfectly, hugging her frame in a way that made her feel both comfortable and self-conscious. She frowned at her reflection, annoyed at how well he seemed to know her preferences.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, David's gaze immediately locked onto her, his mask now resting on the table beside him. His eyes swept over her, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Well?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Satisfied?"
David rose from the couch, his steps unhurried as he closed the distance between them. He didn't answer right away, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer before he said, "Perfect." The word was simple, but the way he said it made her heart skip a beat.
Jan Di scoffed, turning away to hide the faint warmth creeping up her neck. "You're impossible."
"And yet, here I am," he replied smoothly, his tone laced with amusement. He reached for her hand, but she pulled away, glaring at him.
"You've seen the outfit. Now leave," she said firmly, trying to regain control of the situation.
David's smile widened, but he didn't argue. "Alright," he said, backing toward the door with his hands raised in mock surrender. "But don't get too comfortable. I'm not done with you yet."
Before she could respond, he slipped out of the suite, leaving her standing there in the outfit he'd chosen, her thoughts a jumble of frustration and something she couldn't quite name.
As the 30 minutes of rest came to an end, the announcer's voice broke through the murmur of the courtyard, commanding everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began with a wide smile, "before we dive into the next activity, I have an important announcement."
The air grew still, curiosity flickering on everyone's faces.
"The boss has the company's annual gala the day after tomorrow, so he will be leaving tomorrow morning. However…" he paused for effect, letting the suspense build before continuing, "tonight, there's something very special. It's his lady's birthday!"
The courtyard erupted into applause and murmurs of excitement. People leaned toward one another, whispering in anticipation.
"And," the announcer added, his tone playful, "it's a surprise for her. So, when you see her, act naturally—no slipping up! We'll reveal the celebration at the perfect moment."
At one of the tables, the F4 exchanged glances, each of them quietly processing the announcement. Jun Pyo's frown deepened as he crossed his arms, the words his lady gnawing at his patience. His lady? What's that supposed to mean?
Around them, the chatter only grew louder, the guests buzzing with speculation.
"I wonder what the cake will look like this year," one woman said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Last year's was legendary—seven tiers with edible gold. Can you imagine?"
Another guest chimed in, "I heard the boss spares no expense for her. Whatever happens tonight will probably outshine every celebration before it."
A man nearby leaned closer to his companions, his voice low but deliberate. "I brought a gift this time. If she likes it, she might put in a good word for me. They say if she favors you, the boss will invest in your company."
"Smart move," another agreed. "She's the gatekeeper, after all. Win her over, and you've got the boss on your side."
But then someone added, loud enough for the F4 to overhear, "I've seen her spending time with the F4. Maybe they're already in her good books. If that's the case, the boss might favor them."
Jun Pyo's jaw clenched at the remark, his frustration bubbling over. "Ridiculous," he muttered, his voice laced with irritation. "Jan Di, seriously? Speaking in our favor? That's laughable. And the boss? He's so irritating."
Yi Jung raised an eyebrow, amused by his friend's outburst. "Why does this bother you so much, Jun? Afraid the boss might have the upper hand?"
"Afraid?" Jun Pyo snapped, glaring at him. "I just don't get why everyone's so obsessed with him. It's annoying."
Woo Bin chuckled, patting Jun Pyo on the back. "Let it go, man. You'll just ruin your mood over nothing."
Ji Hoo, who had been quiet until now, glanced toward the far end of the courtyard. His gaze lingered in thought, the wheels in his mind turning. He wasn't just curious about the boss or his connection to Jan Di—he was trying to piece together the growing puzzle of her life.
As the guests continued to murmur and speculate, Jun Pyo's irritation simmered beneath the surface. He knew the evening would bring more questions than answers, but one thing was certain: he wasn't going to sit back and watch the boss dominate the stage—not without a fight.
The group stood under the shade of a large tree, discussing strategies for the next activity when Ji Hoo's gaze shifted toward the pathway. His usually calm demeanor shifted ever so slightly as his eyes softened. "Here she comes," he murmured, loud enough for the others to hear.
Jan Di's appearance immediately drew attention. She had changed into an outfit that seemed almost too perfect for the casual nature of the games but radiated effortless elegance. She wore a fitted white crop top with short puffed sleeves and a sweetheart neckline that framed her figure with subtle charm. High-waisted white shorts adorned with delicate lace trim at the hem completed the ensemble, the small gold button details adding just the right amount of sophistication. The sunlight filtering through the trees highlighted her fresh and carefree aura, making her stand out like a breath of spring.
Woo Bin let out a low whistle, a grin playing on his lips. "Well, someone's looking ready to steal the spotlight."
Yi Jung chuckled, shaking his head. "You're not wrong. That's hardly an outfit for treasure hunting, but I'm not complaining."
Jun Pyo, who had been scowling at nothing in particular, turned to see what had grabbed everyone's attention. His expression shifted into one of barely concealed irritation as his eyes landed on Jan Di. "Why is she dressed like that? This isn't a fashion show," he muttered under his breath, though his gaze lingered longer than it should have.
David, standing a few steps away, appeared at ease as his eyes followed Jan Di's approach. A faint, satisfied smile played on his lips, the mask he had earlier discarded no longer hiding his expression. He didn't need to say anything; his approval of her look was evident in the way he folded his arms and leaned back against a tree, as if daring anyone to question her.
Jan Di reached the group, her confident stride belying the awkwardness she felt inside. She avoided looking directly at David, knowing full well that he had been the one to insist on the outfit. Instead, she focused on Ji Hoo, whose gentle smile greeted her first.
"Didn't know this was a dress-to-impress event," Ji Hoo teased lightly, his voice warm.
Jan Di rolled her eyes, though a faint blush crept up her cheeks. "It wasn't my choice," she replied, her tone sharp but not unkind, throwing a quick, accusing glance in David's direction.
David simply smirked, his expression unbothered. "It suits you," he said casually, his voice steady and confident, as though his word was final.
Jun Pyo's scowl deepened as he crossed his arms. "We're here to win games, not prance around in fancy clothes," he snapped, more out of frustration than any real concern for the competition.
"Relax, Jun Pyo," Woo Bin quipped with a sly grin. "She's not even on your team. What's it to you?"
Yi Jung leaned in closer to Woo Bin, lowering his voice just enough. "Seems like someone's having a harder time letting go than we thought."
Jan Di, catching snippets of their banter, let out an exasperated sigh and turned back to Ji Hoo. "What's the next game?" she asked, pointedly ignoring the tension around her.
Before anyone could respond, the announcer's voice rang out, calling the teams to assemble. As they moved to join the crowd, David fell into step beside Jan Di, his presence calm but commanding. She didn't push him away this time, though her silence spoke volumes.
"You'll thank me later," David whispered just loud enough for her to hear, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.
Jan Di shot him a sideways glance, her lips curving into the smallest of smirks despite herself. "Don't count on it," she replied, her voice tinged with defiance as they walked into the next round of competition together.
The crowd buzzed with energy as the announcer approached Jan Di, his expression cheerful yet purposeful. "Miss Jan Di," he said with a respectful nod, "you'll be handing out the tasks for the next activity. The boss mentioned you weren't feeling well."
Jan Di offered a faint smile, appreciating the consideration but wishing it weren't so obvious. She nodded, taking her seat at the round table positioned under the shade of a large umbrella. The table was neatly arranged with a sleek box containing task envelopes, small gifts wrapped in colorful paper, and an agenda notebook that detailed the games for the day. Her eyes skimmed the list: swimming in the mud, archery, rope climbing... and the first event, rock climbing.
As she scanned the agenda, she felt a pang of discomfort—not just physical, but the weight of being watched. She knew all eyes would be on her as the person handing out tasks, but for once, she welcomed the reprieve from competing. It was better than forcing her body to endure the exhaustion. Her fingers brushed against the edge of the notebook as she settled in, trying to focus.
Ji Hoo's observant gaze followed her movements from the sidelines. "She's not participating in the games?" he asked quietly.
Woo Bin leaned back against a tree, nodding in confirmation. "Apparently, Eun-gi and Jae Kyung mentioned she wasn't feeling well. The boss must have taken them seriously."
Ji Hoo's expression softened, his thoughts flashing back to yesterday when he'd seen her casually nibbling on dark chocolate. The realization clicked in his mind, sharp yet laced with guilt. She's on her period, he thought, his medical instincts kicking in. I should've noticed earlier. I'm a doctor, for goodness' sake, and I didn't even think to suggest she take it easy.
"Miss Jan Di," the announcer called again, snapping Ji Hoo from his thoughts. She rose slightly from her chair, her voice steady as she addressed the crowd.
"The first game is rock climbing," she announced, holding up the envelope for the task. Her tone was calm, professional, even though a part of her was grateful to stay seated. "You'll have 60 seconds to climb and retrieve the flag at the top. Team members, get ready."
The courtyard erupted in motion as competitors rushed to their assigned stations, strapping on safety harnesses and securing climbing shoes. The towering rock wall stood at the center, its vibrant handholds gleaming in the sunlight. Flags of different colors were placed strategically at the top, fluttering gently in the breeze.
From her vantage point, Jan Di watched the teams gather, her fingers toying absently with the corner of the next envelope. Despite her efforts to remain composed, her discomfort lingered, a dull ache that reminded her she'd pushed herself too hard over the past few days. She pressed her lips together, determined not to let her physical state show.
Ji Hoo's gaze lingered on her longer than he intended, his brows furrowed in quiet concern. "She's good at hiding it," he murmured under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else.
"What was that?" Woo Bin asked, his sharp hearing catching the comment.
"Nothing," Ji Hoo replied, shaking his head. "Just thinking aloud."
Meanwhile, Jun Pyo, standing off to the side, crossed his arms with a scowl. "What's the point of these games if she's just going to sit there?" he grumbled.
Yi Jung smirked, clearly amused. "What's bothering you more, Jun Pyo? That she's not playing or that she doesn't seem bothered by it?"
Jun Pyo shot him a glare but didn't respond, choosing instead to fix his attention on the rock climbing wall.
As the whistle blew, signaling the start of the game, Jan Di focused on the climbers. Some scrambled up the wall with impressive speed, while others struggled to find their footing. The shouts of encouragement from teammates echoed through the courtyard, mingling with the occasional gasp as someone slipped but quickly recovered.
Ji Hoo's mind, however, remained half on the game and half on Jan Di. She doesn't need to push herself, he thought again, his frustration aimed more at himself than her. But knowing her, she'll do it anyway if someone doesn't stop her.
David, standing nearby and leaning casually against a post, watched Jan Di with his usual inscrutable expression. Unlike the others, his gaze wasn't filled with concern or frustration—it was more calculating, as though he were analyzing her every move and weighing his next step. His smirk deepened when she glanced briefly in his direction, their eyes meeting for the briefest moment before she turned back to the game.
"She's determined," David remarked quietly, almost to himself.
"Too determined," Ji Hoo muttered, though he wasn't sure if David heard him.
As the first climber reached the flag, a cheer went up from their team, and Jan Di noted the time in her notebook. Her posture remained straight, her expression poised, but inside, her thoughts swirled. She hated being sidelined, hated the feeling of being watched and analyzed like some fragile artifact. Still, she reminded herself, This is temporary. Just get through today.
Rock climbing turned out to be far more entertaining than Jan Di had anticipated. Despite her earlier reluctance, the spirited competition and a few comical missteps from the participants had her laughing more than she had in days. She leaned back in her chair, her laughter ringing out across the courtyard, light and carefree.
From his spot under a nearby tree, David sat quietly, his posture relaxed but his focus entirely on her. To the world, he was the aloof and calculating boss, an enigma whose authority and cold demeanor were unquestionable. Even her F4 friends, sharp as they were, didn't know the truth—that behind the mask, he was her husband, Mr. David Andrews, the infamous masked boss.
The mask he wore now, sleek and crafted with precision, obscured most of his face. Only his warm honey-brown eyes were fully visible, along with the strong lines of his nose and the curve of his lips. It was a barrier that kept the world at bay, but right now, as he watched Jan Di laugh without restraint, he found himself wanting to remove it—to show her the man behind the mask, not just the figure everyone else saw.
He clenched his fists briefly, reigning in the impulse. Not yet, he thought. Not now.
Jan Di caught the weight of his gaze and turned toward him, her laughter fading into a questioning smile. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her tone curious but teasing.
David leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "It's just…" he began, his voice low and steady, "I haven't seen you laugh like that in a while."
Her expression softened, though she tried to mask it with an eye roll. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, though a faint blush crept up her cheeks. "I laugh all the time."
"Not like that," David countered gently, his honey-brown eyes holding hers. "Not the kind where you forget everything else."
For a moment, she didn't know how to respond. His words were simple, but the sincerity behind them was disarming. She looked away, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, maybe it's because someone keeps making life more complicated than it needs to be," she retorted, her tone light but not without meaning.
David chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. "Someone, huh?" he echoed, his gaze never leaving her.
She shot him a pointed look, a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "Yes, someone. And if you have any plans to complicate things further, you can keep them to yourself."
His smile deepened, though he didn't reply. Instead, he leaned back against the tree again, his mask catching the sunlight. As the lively chaos of the rock-climbing activity continued around them, David allowed himself a small moment of satisfaction. For all the games and roles they played in front of others, it was these moments—her laughter, her quick wit, her fire—that grounded him.
And though he didn't say it out loud, he thought to himself, Whatever it takes to keep that smile, I'll do it.
As the rock-climbing activity wrapped up and the teams rested, the courtyard hummed with anticipation for the next event: tug of war. The atmosphere was electric as the teams assembled. On one side, Jun Pyo's team stood with their usual cocky confidence, their leader wearing a determined scowl. On the other, Ji Hoo's team prepared with quiet focus, their calm captain already analyzing the strategy. The crowd gathered to cheer, the friendly rivalry between the two teams sparking excitement.
However, not everyone's attention was on the game. A group of overly curious women huddled together a few paces from where David and Jan Di sat, their whispers carrying just far enough for eavesdroppers to hear.
"I really want to know more about that girl," one woman said, her voice laced with curiosity and envy. Her eyes darted toward Jan Di, who was quietly sipping water, her expression calm despite the attention. "She's the lady the boss has been chasing for years, isn't she?"
Another woman leaned in, her tone conspiratorial. "Do you think a man as powerful as him would pursue anyone without investigating her background thoroughly? Come on. He must know everything there is to know about her."
The first woman frowned, her curiosity deepening. "You were here last year, weren't you? Do you remember the speech he gave at her birthday party?"
"I do," the other replied, her lips pursed as she recalled. "He said she ran away from him four years ago, and he only recently found her again." She sighed dramatically, folding her arms. "Can you imagine? A man like him chasing after someone for that long?"
Another woman in the group joined in, pouting as she watched Jan Di. "I'm just jealous. She doesn't even seem fazed by him, while the rest of us can barely get a polite 'hello.'"
The others murmured in agreement, their gazes filled with equal parts envy and intrigue.
Meanwhile, Jan Di sat oblivious—or at least pretending to be. She shifted in her seat, adjusting the hem of her shorts as she avoided looking in David's direction. She knew how it must appear to everyone else: the mysterious boss always hovering near her, his attention unrelenting. But she didn't have the energy to address the endless speculation.
David, however, heard every word. His honey-brown eyes flickered toward the gossiping women briefly before returning to Jan Di. His mask hid his expression well, but there was a glint of amusement in his gaze.
"You hear them?" he asked quietly, his voice low enough that only she could hear.
Jan Di shot him a sideways glance, her lips twitching into a faint scowl. "I hear everything," she muttered, her tone clipped. "They're louder than they think."
David chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair as though he didn't have a care in the world. "Jealousy is a strange thing, isn't it?" he mused, his voice carrying that usual mix of amusement and detachment. "They envy what they don't understand."
"I'd happily switch places with them," she retorted, her gaze now fixed on the tug-of-war setup as the teams prepared. "Let them deal with you."
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing behind the mask. "Careful, Jan Di," he said smoothly. "You might hurt my feelings."
She turned to him, finally meeting his gaze. "You don't have any feelings to hurt," she shot back, though there was no heat in her words, only the sharp wit she always used to keep him at arm's length.
David's smirk deepened, his gaze unwavering. "You'd be surprised."
Before she could respond, the whistle blew, signaling the start of the tug-of-war match. The crowd erupted into cheers as Jun Pyo's team and Ji Hoo's team dug their heels into the dirt, gripping the thick rope with determination. The tension shifted back to the game, the crowd's attention momentarily torn from the quiet battle of wills between David and Jan Di.
The courtyard buzzed with energy as both teams erupted in cheers and congratulations. Jun Pyo's team had narrowly won the tug-of-war, but the close match had left both sides feeling triumphant. Amid the commotion, David leaned across the table where he and Jan Di sat, taking her hand in his firm grasp. She instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
"Let go," she muttered under her breath, her eyes darting around, painfully aware of the curious gazes lingering on them.
David ignored her protests. Instead, he lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the back of it. The gesture, though simple, carried a weight of intimacy that immediately drew attention—especially from the F4.
Jun Pyo, who had been reveling in his team's victory, froze mid-sentence. His sharp eyes locked onto the scene, his jealousy flaring like a match struck against dry wood. "Why does he always have to be so overly romantic in public?" he grumbled, his scowl deepening as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest.
Ji Hoo, standing beside him, glanced at the display before looking away, his lips pressed into a thin, unreadable line. "Because he's American," he said quietly, his tone measured and matter-of-fact.
Jun Pyo turned to him, irritation radiating from every word. "So what? Jan Di is Korean! That's no excuse for this… this showoffy behavior!"
Back at the table, David leaned closer to Jan Di, his voice low and teasing as he whispered for her ears only. "Did you know," he began with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "that a girl is most attractive—and sensitive—when she's on her period?"
Jan Di's face turned crimson, equal parts embarrassment and irritation surging through her. "Shut up," she hissed, tugging her hand again in a futile attempt to escape his grasp. He didn't budge, his strength evident as he held her in place, his smirk growing.
Across the courtyard, Woo Bin and Yi Jung approached Jun Pyo and Ji Hoo, catching sight of the subtle but intense interaction between David and Jan Di. Woo Bin's grin widened mischievously, sensing an opportunity to stir the pot.
"Ahhh," Woo Bin drawled, feigning a dreamy sigh. "The boss is wooing her again. So romantic. Don't you think?" He shot Jun Pyo a sidelong glance, watching for the inevitable reaction.
Jun Pyo bristled, his scowl deepening as his fists clenched. "Romantic? It's infuriating," he spat. "Why does she even let him do that?"
"Let him?" Yi Jung teased, raising an eyebrow. "It looks to me like she doesn't have much of a choice. He's a persistent man." He paused, tapping his chin thoughtfully before smirking. "But you have to admit, Woo Bin, tonight might be his big moment."
Woo Bin's grin stretched wider, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, definitely. He's throwing her that surprise birthday party, after all. And if I were to guess…" He trailed off dramatically, then nudged Yi Jung. "You think what I'm thinking?"
Yi Jung nodded knowingly, his expression calm but playful. "Absolutely. After the party, she might finally say yes to him."
Jun Pyo's head snapped toward them, his brows furrowed. "Say yes? Yes to what?" he demanded, his voice rising slightly.
Woo Bin shrugged, his tone dripping with mock innocence. "Oh, I don't know… maybe to making it official. You know, accepting him as her boyfriend—or maybe more."
Jun Pyo's eyes narrowed, his jealousy bubbling dangerously close to the surface. "She would never agree to that," he said, his voice firm but tinged with unease.
Ji Hoo, still watching silently, finally spoke, his words careful. "You can't really predict what Jan Di will do. She makes her own choices."
Jun Pyo turned to him, searching for some reassurance in his typically wise friend, but Ji Hoo's gaze remained distant, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.
Back at the table, Jan Di finally managed to pull her hand free, glaring at David. "You're impossible," she snapped, her voice low to avoid drawing more attention.
David's smirk remained unshaken. "And yet, here I am," he replied smoothly, leaning back in his chair as though he hadn't just caused a small storm of gossip and irritation.
Jan Di rolled her eyes, but as she glanced away, her gaze softened ever so slightly. No matter how infuriating he could be, David's confidence had a way of leaving her off balance—a fact she hated admitting even to herself.
"By the way…" David began, his tone shifting from playful to serious as he leaned slightly closer to Jan Di. His honey-brown eyes softened, and this time, there was no teasing smirk. Gently, he reached for her hand, his touch uncharacteristically tender. "I need to let you know—I'll be attending the annual gala for the company. Grandma insists I be there."
Jan Di blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "You're… leaving?" she asked, her voice quieter than she intended.
David's lips curved into a faint smile. "What, no 'thank goodness' or 'finally some peace and quiet'?" he teased lightly, though his gaze stayed serious.
Her eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face as she scrambled for a response. "I-I didn't say that!" she stammered, flustered, her words tumbling over each other.
David chuckled softly, leaning in just enough for her to feel the subtle weight of his presence. "So, you'll miss me," he said, his voice low, a note of satisfaction evident in his tone.
Her face flushed crimson as she shot him a glare. "I didn't say that either!" she hissed, attempting to pull her hand away, but his grip held steady.
Amused by her reaction, David leaned even closer, his gaze dropping to her lips before meeting her eyes again. "You're not as good at hiding your feelings as you think, Jan Di," he murmured, his voice dipping into an intimate whisper.
"Not here," she hissed back urgently, her eyes darting toward the nearby crowd. She could feel the heat of curious gazes settling on them, the whispered speculations from earlier still fresh in her mind. "People are watching."
David raised an eyebrow, clearly unbothered by the attention. "Let them," he said with a calm confidence that only infuriated her further.
"David," she warned under her breath, her tone sharp but tinged with desperation. She leaned back slightly, trying to create some distance between them.
He finally relented, releasing her hand but keeping his focus on her. "Fine," he said, his voice still soft but teasing. "But don't think this conversation is over." His smile widened slightly, the mischievous glint in his eyes returning. "And don't miss me too much while I'm gone."
Jan Di scowled, turning her attention to the activity in front of them, determined to ignore the way her heart was still racing. "You're impossible," she muttered, more to herself than to him.
David leaned back in his chair, watching her with a knowing expression. "And yet, here I am," he said with a quiet laugh, the words lingering between them like an unspoken promise.
"So, when are you leaving?" Jan Di asked, her voice quieter than usual as she avoided David's gaze. She focused on the table in front of her, tracing invisible patterns on the surface with her fingertips.
"Tomorrow morning," David replied smoothly, his tone softening. He leaned forward slightly, watching her every movement. "But before I go…" His voice dipped, carrying a weight that made her glance up at him warily. "…I have something special to give you."
Jan Di felt a prickle of unease. "What are you talking about?" she asked, pushing back her chair to rise from her seat. But before she could take even a step, David moved with swift precision. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her toward him with an ease that left her breathless.
The next moment, she found herself sitting on his lap.
Her eyes widened in shock as she froze, her hands instinctively bracing against his shoulders. "David!" she hissed, her voice a sharp whisper. "What are you doing? Let go of me!"
He looked up at her, utterly calm, his honey-brown eyes locked on hers. "You always try to run," he said, his voice low and steady, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips. "But not this time."
"This is not—!" she started to protest, but the heat of his hand resting lightly on her waist and the closeness between them made her voice falter. "Not here. People are watching!"
David tilted his head, unconcerned by the commotion around them. "Let them," he said, his words laced with quiet defiance. "You're my wife. I'm not ashamed to show it."
Jan Di's cheeks flamed as she glanced around, but to her dismay, no one seemed particularly shocked. It was as if they'd already grown accustomed to David's bold displays, or perhaps they were too polite to comment. Either way, it didn't make the situation any less mortifying.
"David, I'm serious," she muttered through gritted teeth, squirming slightly in an attempt to free herself. "This is embarrassing."
His grip didn't tighten, but it didn't ease either. Instead, his free hand reached into his jacket pocket, and her heart skipped a beat as she caught the gleam of a small velvet box. "Then I'll make it quick," he said, his voice softer now, almost teasing.
Jan Di's breath hitched as her eyes darted to the box. "What is that?" she asked suspiciously, her earlier irritation momentarily replaced by curiosity.
He opened the box to reveal a delicate bracelet. The bracelet shimmered in the light, its intricate silver filigree curling into ornate patterns that framed a perfectly faceted blue stone at the center. The pale blue gem caught her breath; it looked like the sky meeting the sea, tranquil yet full of depth. "Something special," he said simply, his tone quieter now, almost reverent.
Jan Di stared at the bracelet, her thoughts a tangled mess. It wasn't overly extravagant, but it was undeniably beautiful, the kind of gift that carried meaning far beyond its appearance. "Why… why would you give me this now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
David's gaze softened as he lifted the bracelet, holding it out to her. "Because even if I'm not here, I want you to have something to remind you… that I'm never far away." His fingers brushed against hers as he clasped the bracelet around her wrist.
The simple gesture left her speechless, her earlier protests fading into silence. For a moment, all she could do was look down at the bracelet, her heart pounding in her chest.
Then, regaining her composure, she pulled her hand back quickly, glaring at him. "You're impossible," she muttered, though her voice lacked the usual bite.
David's smirk returned, his confidence undiminished. "And yet, here you are," he said, echoing the words he so often used.
Before she could respond, the announcer's voice rang out, calling attention to the next activity. Jan Di seized the moment to stand and step away from him, her face still warm. She didn't look back as she walked toward the gathering crowd, but she could feel David's gaze following her, as steady and unrelenting as ever.
As Jan Di walked off to join the gathering crowd, David leaned back in his chair, his usual smirk softening into a thoughtful expression. Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number with practiced ease, holding it to his ear as he watched her figure retreat into the distance.
The call connected almost immediately. "Peter," David said quietly, his voice dropping into a businesslike tone. "How are the preparations for the party?"
"Everything is on schedule, sir," Peter replied, his voice efficient yet enthusiastic. "The decorations are being finalized as we speak. The ballroom will be ready within the hour."
"And the details I requested?" David asked, his tone firm but not impatient.
"Handled," Peter confirmed confidently. "From the floral arrangements to the cake, everything is exactly as you specified. I guarantee, Madam's birthday party will be unforgettable."
A faint smile tugged at David's lips as he listened. "Good," he said after a brief pause. "I'll be there to check everything before it starts. Make sure there are no slip-ups."
"Understood, sir," Peter replied. "We'll be ready for you."
David ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket, his gaze shifting back to where Jan Di was now laughing lightly with her friends. For a moment, he simply watched her, a quiet determination settling in his expression.
Unforgettable, he thought. It wasn't just about the grandeur or the perfection of the event. Tonight wasn't just a party—it was a statement, a reminder of what she meant to him, whether she was ready to admit it or not.
He stood, brushing nonexistent dust from his suit before walking away with measured steps, his presence as commanding as ever. There was still much to do before the evening, but one thing was certain: Jan Di wouldn't see it coming.
The moment David stepped through the doorway, he felt his breath catch, a rare moment of astonishment breaking through his usually composed demeanor. What should have been an ordinary room had been transformed into a vision of elegance, beauty, and celebration—every detail carefully curated to perfection.
The entrance was framed by towering arches of balloons in hues of soft silver, pearly white, and translucent pastel shades that shimmered faintly under the warm overhead lights. They seemed almost alive, glowing as if dusted with the light of stars. Behind the balloons hung sheer white fabric that cascaded like a flowing waterfall, subtly adorned with strands of ivy intertwined with delicate white and pink roses. At the center of this entrance, suspended gracefully, was a circular wooden sign. The word Love was carved into its surface in flowing golden script, a subtle yet intimate detail that captured the essence of the evening.
As David stepped through the grand archway, the full splendor of the ballroom unfolded before him, and even he—accustomed to grandeur—paused to take it all in. The room stretched out in elegant magnificence, its vast space glowing beneath cascading crystal chandeliers. The lights sparkled like countless tiny stars, bathing the room in a soft golden glow that lent an almost magical atmosphere.
Round tables were spaced across the room, each covered in soft blush satin tablecloths that shimmered faintly in the light. At the center of each table were towering floral arrangements—pink and white roses paired with sprigs of delicate baby's breath. These arrangements perched atop sleek, transparent glass vases, creating the illusion that the blooms were floating. Encircling the flowers, the flickering light of candles nestled in glass holders created a warm, golden halo, their flames dancing with life. Each table was set with polished silverware and ivory menus embossed in gold script, the epitome of refinement.
The chairs, gilded in brushed gold, added an air of opulence without overpowering the scene. The muted tones of the ballroom—peach curtains, plush carpets, and blush accents—blended harmoniously with the delicate floral arrangements. Every corner of the room exuded a sense of understated luxury, as if designed not just to impress, but to evoke warmth and intimacy.
Off to one side of the ballroom stood a rustic wooden shelf, entwined with ivy and adorned with softly twinkling fairy lights. Arranged with care on its shelves were small bouquets of roses, their delicate petals catching the light. Beside it, an antique wheel rested on the floor, encircled by lush blooms that combined modern elegance with rustic charm. It was a quiet nod to the idea of timelessness—a perfect complement to the celebration.
But the pièce de résistance lay at the far end of the ballroom. David's eyes settled on the breathtakingly ethereal corner that had been designed just for Jan Di—a space that looked as though it had been plucked straight from the pages of a fairytale.
A plush, cream-colored chaise lounge sat at the center of the setting, its curves exuding both comfort and sophistication. Draped over it were clusters of roses and cascading white orchids, their petals spilling like a soft waterfall to the floor. Above it, an arch wrapped in pastel blooms and delicate greenery rose majestically, framing the chaise in an embrace of natural beauty. Sheer pink fabric flowed gently from the arch, catching the faint breeze from the air vents and adding a whimsical, dreamy quality to the backdrop.
To one side of the setup, an ivory panel displayed Jan Di's name in elegant gold script, surrounded by intricately crafted pink butterflies, as though they had come to life just for her. The floor beneath the panel was carpeted with a vibrant arrangement of roses, hydrangeas, and baby's breath, the colors blending in perfect harmony. The flowers climbed up the sides of the arch and panel, creating a lush floral sanctuary that seemed to exist in its own enchanted world.
David exhaled, a rare smile breaking across his face. His voice, usually steady and commanding, softened as he spoke. "Peter," he said, looking around in admiration, "I'm giving you a raise."
Peter, standing nearby with a clipboard in hand, looked pleased but not surprised. "Thank you, sir. I'm glad it's to your liking."
"This," David said, gesturing to the stunning scene before him, "is exactly what I needed for her." His honey-brown eyes lingered for a moment on the chaise lounge, imagining Jan Di sitting there, her beauty amplified by the delicate, otherworldly setting.
"And the dress?" he asked, his tone sharpening slightly as he turned his gaze back to Peter.
"The designer you chose, sir, confirmed the dress is complete," Peter replied with confidence. "It's being delivered shortly. You won't be disappointed."
David nodded, satisfaction glinting in his eyes. "Good," he said. "Everything needs to be perfect tonight."
As Peter excused himself to finalize the last touches, David remained in the ballroom for a moment longer, taking in the atmosphere. This wasn't just about a birthday or a party. It was a statement—a memory he intended to leave imprinted on Jan Di's heart.
She won't forget this, he thought, his resolve hardening. Not tonight, not ever.
As the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the golf course, the participants gathered for the final game of the day: archery. The air was charged with a mix of excitement and quiet concentration as teams prepared for the challenge. Bows and quivers filled with arrows rested on tables near the targets, each marked with vivid bull's eyes that stood out against the soft green backdrop of the course.
David approached the gathering with his usual calm confidence, his sharp gaze sweeping over the scene. He headed toward his team, who were gathered in a loose circle, discussing their strategy for the event. Though his presence was understated, the moment he stepped into the group, their chatter died down, replaced by attentive silence.
"We aim for the bull's eye," Jan Di declared loudly, stepping forward to address all the teams. Her tone carried an air of authority, her voice steady and clear despite her petite stature. "This activity requires precision and focus. I need seven participants in total. Each team will present one member."
The teams broke into discussion, debating who would represent them. David's team looked at one another, their eyes silently asking the question that no one wanted to answer. The boss was here. Did anyone dare volunteer themselves over him?
David, noticing their hesitation, smirked faintly. "I take it no one's rushing to the front?" he remarked dryly, raising an eyebrow.
One of his team members cleared their throat nervously. "We just figured… you might want to handle this one, sir."
Before David could respond, Jan Di's sharp gaze landed on him, a flicker of challenge in her eyes. "Well, boss," she said, tilting her head slightly. "Are you volunteering for your team, or should I pick someone else?"
David chuckled softly, his honey-brown eyes meeting hers with amusement. "If my team insists," he replied smoothly, stepping forward with a confidence that was impossible to ignore. "I wouldn't want to disappoint."
Jan Di crossed her arms, her lips curving into a faint smile. "Good," she said. "Let's see if the boss can deliver under pressure."
As the seven participants, including David, stepped forward, they were handed their bows and a set of arrows. The targets stood a fair distance away, each divided into concentric circles with the golden bull's eye gleaming temptingly at the center.
"The rules are simple," Jan Di continued, addressing the participants. "Each of you will have three attempts to hit the bull's eye. The closer you are to the center, the higher your points. The team with the highest cumulative score wins."
David took his place at the shooting line, his stance composed and steady. He flexed his fingers around the bow, testing its weight. Behind him, the crowd murmured in excitement, eager to see how the enigmatic boss would perform.
Ji Hoo, standing among the spectators, observed David closely, his expression thoughtful. "He's surprisingly calm for someone who's not trained in this," he remarked quietly to Woo Bin.
Woo Bin grinned. "He's probably done it all before. People like him have a way of mastering everything without trying too hard."
"Or," Yi Jung added with a smirk, "he just doesn't care if he wins. That's his secret."
Jun Pyo, however, wasn't convinced. His eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms. "He's just trying to show off," he muttered, irritation bubbling beneath his words. "Jan Di's the one running this show—he doesn't need to be in it."
Meanwhile, Jan Di stood off to the side, clipboard in hand, her gaze flitting between the participants as she prepared to keep score. She noticed David stealing a glance her way before raising his bow.
Show-off, she thought, rolling her eyes as she watched him take aim.
David's first arrow soared through the air with precision, landing just shy of the golden center. A ripple of approval swept through the crowd, and his team clapped enthusiastically.
"Not bad," Jan Di called out, jotting down his score. "But you'll have to do better than that if you want the top spot."
David's lips twitched into a smirk as he nocked his second arrow. "I never settle for second place," he said, his voice carrying just enough challenge to catch her attention.
His next arrow landed closer to the center, drawing an even louder cheer from the crowd. As he prepared for his final shot, his focus sharpened, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by quiet determination. When he released the arrow, it flew straight and true, striking the golden bull's eye with a satisfying thunk.
The crowd erupted into applause, his team cheering loudly as Jan Di's pen hovered over the score sheet. She looked up, unable to hide the faintest hint of a smile. "Impressive," she admitted reluctantly. "But we still have six other participants to go. Don't get too confident."
David stepped back from the line, handing his bow to the assistant. As he returned to his team, his gaze lingered on Jan Di for a moment longer than necessary. "Confidence," he murmured to himself with a small smile, "isn't the problem."
The game continued, but for many, the highlight of the day wasn't just David's performance—it was the quiet, unspoken tension between him and Jan Di that seemed to keep everyone, including the F4, on edge.
Jun Pyo's turn came shortly after David's dazzling performance, and the crowd was buzzing with energy. As he approached the shooting line, his teammates clapped him on the back, hyping him up with encouragement. "You've got this, Jun Pyo!" one of them shouted. "We're counting on you!"
With his natural competitiveness and determination, Jun Pyo was expected to score high. He stepped up confidently, gripping the bow with purpose and taking his stance. His first shot flew straight and true, landing just outside the golden bull's eye. The crowd murmured appreciatively, and his teammates cheered loudly.
But as Jun Pyo prepared for his second shot, something—or rather, someone—distracted him. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted David standing a few paces away, casually leaning against a tree. The boss wasn't just watching the competition—he was standing close to Jan Di, who was still marking scores on her clipboard.
Jun Pyo's grip on the bow tightened as he saw David lean in closer to Jan Di, whispering something that made her roll her eyes but not move away. The sight of David smirking after her reaction, his honey-brown eyes filled with that infuriating confidence, sent Jun Pyo's blood boiling.
What does he think he's doing? Jun Pyo seethed. Flirting with her like that in public… does he have no shame? His jaw clenched, and his focus wavered.
He released his second arrow, but the distraction cost him. The shot landed further from the bull's eye than his first, barely grazing the outer ring of the target. His teammates groaned audibly, their earlier excitement dimming.
"Jun Pyo! What are you doing?" one of them called out, frustration lacing their voice.
Jun Pyo ignored them, his attention locked on David, who had straightened up and was now looking back at him with the faintest trace of amusement. The boss raised an eyebrow, as if daring Jun Pyo to react.
The sight only fueled Jun Pyo's irritation, making it nearly impossible to concentrate. His teammates yelled encouragement from behind, but their voices were drowned out by the raging storm in his mind. As he prepared for his final shot, he glanced at Jan Di again—this time, she was looking back at David, shaking her head at something he said but laughing softly nonetheless.
That laugh. It sent a sharp pang of jealousy through Jun Pyo, clouding his focus completely. His final arrow flew wide, missing the target entirely. The silence that followed was deafening.
"Jun Pyo!" one of his teammates exclaimed in disbelief, throwing their hands up. "We needed that shot!"
"What were you even aiming at?" another groaned, their frustration palpable.
"We could have won!" one more chimed in angrily, pointing toward the target as if to emphasize the failure.
Jun Pyo turned to face them, his expression a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "I don't need you yelling at me!" he snapped, his voice louder than necessary. "It was just bad timing."
"Bad timing?" one teammate retorted. "You got distracted, that's what happened! And by him!" They jabbed a finger in David's direction, where the boss still stood, looking entirely unfazed by the commotion.
David, having heard the outburst, glanced over with a raised eyebrow, his smirk only deepening. Then, as if to add fuel to the fire, he turned back to Jan Di and said something that made her laugh again, the sound carrying across the course.
That was the final straw for Jun Pyo. His hands balled into fists at his sides as his teammates continued berating him. "Enough!" he shouted, his voice sharp. "It's just a stupid game!"
His outburst quieted them, but the frustration in the group was evident. They dispersed reluctantly, muttering among themselves about how they had been so close to victory. Jun Pyo stayed behind, his eyes narrowing as he watched David and Jan Di from afar.
"Flirting in public like that," he muttered under his breath, his jealousy simmering. "Who does he think he is? Acting like he owns everything."
Nearby, Woo Bin and Yi Jung, who had been observing the whole scene, exchanged a knowing look.
"Well," Woo Bin said, chuckling as he clapped Jun Pyo on the back. "That was entertaining."
"I think he missed on purpose," Yi Jung added slyly, his smirk widening. "Too busy aiming daggers at the boss instead of the target."
Jun Pyo shot them both a glare, his irritation growing. "Shut up," he growled, storming off toward the seating area, his pride bruised.
Meanwhile, David finally straightened, his gaze following Jun Pyo's retreating figure for a moment before shifting back to Jan Di. "Well," he said with an amused glint in his eye, "it seems I'm causing quite the stir."
Jan Di shot him an annoyed look, shaking her head. "You're impossible," she muttered.
David grinned, completely unbothered. "And yet, here we are," he replied smoothly, his tone dripping with satisfaction.
As Ji Hoo stepped up to the shooting line, the crowd grew quiet in anticipation. His calm, focused demeanor radiated a quiet confidence that made even his competitors pause. He raised the bow, his fingers steady as he nocked an arrow and drew back the string. His first shot flew through the air with precision, striking just shy of the golden bull's eye. A murmur of appreciation swept through the crowd.
With his second arrow, Ji Hoo adjusted his aim, his movements smooth and deliberate. This time, the arrow landed even closer to the bull's eye, earning an enthusiastic cheer from his team. The subtle flicker of a smile crossed his lips as he prepared for the final shot.
The last arrow soared true but missed the bull's eye by a narrow margin, landing in the innermost ring. Though it wasn't a perfect score, the crowd erupted in applause, his team members clapping and cheering loudly. Ji Hoo stepped back from the line, his expression composed, though there was a faint hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
Before anyone else could react, Eun-gi darted through the crowd, her face glowing with excitement. She ran straight to Ji Hoo, throwing her arms around him in a spontaneous hug. "You did great, my love!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing out with pride and affection.
Ji Hoo blinked in surprise, momentarily caught off guard by the enthusiastic display. But he quickly recovered, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he gave her a small, shy smile. "Thanks, Eun-gi," he said softly, his tone warm but reserved, as was his way.
His team members quickly joined in, crowding around him with pats on the back and words of praise. "Well done, Ji Hoo! You kept us in the game," one teammate said enthusiastically.
"Those were some amazing shots," another added, grinning. "Even without a perfect score, you crushed it."
Eun-gi beamed, clearly reveling in the attention Ji Hoo was receiving. "See? I told you he's the best!" she said proudly, looking around as if daring anyone to challenge her statement.
From the sidelines, Woo Bin and Yi Jung watched the scene unfold with mild amusement.
"Seems like Eun-gi's enthusiasm makes up for the few points he missed," Yi Jung remarked, smirking as he leaned against a nearby tree.
Woo Bin chuckled, crossing his arms. "She's a cheerleader and a girlfriend all rolled into one. Ji Hoo might not have gotten a perfect score, but he's definitely winning."
Meanwhile, Jun Pyo stood a short distance away, still sulking over his own performance. His scowl deepened as he watched Eun-gi fawn over Ji Hoo, her excitement almost infectious. "What's with all the fuss?" he muttered under his breath. "It wasn't even a perfect score."
David, who had been silently observing from his usual relaxed stance, caught Jun Pyo's comment and smirked. "Jealousy really doesn't suit you, Jun Pyo," he said smoothly, his voice low but teasing.
Jun Pyo shot him a glare but said nothing, turning his attention back to Ji Hoo and Eun-gi. Despite his irritation, even he had to admit that Ji Hoo's composure and skill had earned the praise he was receiving.
Back in the center of the celebration, Eun-gi slipped her arm through Ji Hoo's, holding him close as she chatted animatedly with his teammates. Ji Hoo, ever the quiet one, allowed himself a small moment to enjoy the attention, though his eyes occasionally darted to Jan Di, who was busy recording the scores with her usual diligence.
As the crowd began to settle for the next participant's turn, Ji Hoo glanced at Eun-gi and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Thanks for cheering me on," he said quietly, his soft words carrying a weight of gratitude that only she could hear.
Eun-gi's eyes sparkled, and she smiled at him warmly. "Always, my love."
As the archery event wrapped up, the scores were tallied, and it was no surprise when the boss's team took the lead yet again, just as they had the year before. The atmosphere buzzed with a mix of excitement and frustration from the other teams, particularly Jun Pyo's, whose members couldn't hide their growing annoyance.
"What bad luck…" one of the women in Jun Pyo's team whispered, her voice low but dripping with irritation. She crossed her arms, glaring toward the scoreboard where their disappointing result was posted. "Of course, the boss's team dominates again. Everything about them is always so perfect—just like last year. And here we are, saddled with Shinhwa's heir ruining it all for us."
Her friend groaned in agreement, throwing a pointed glance at Jun Pyo, who stood a short distance away with his arms crossed, his scowl etched deep. "If I had known this would happen, I would've flirted with the boss myself to get a spot on his team," the woman added, tossing her hair dramatically.
Her companions exchanged exasperated looks, one of them rolling her eyes. "How many times must you be told?" she said sharply. "The boss has eyes for one woman, and one woman only. Everyone knows that. You'd have better luck climbing the archery target than getting his attention."
Another friend snorted, her tone dismissive. "No girl dares to flirt with him. They'd be too scared of rejection—and let's face it, they'd just embarrass themselves."
The first woman, undeterred, swung her hair over her shoulder with exaggerated flair and smirked. "You're all just cowards," she declared. "I can flirt with him. Watch me."
With that, she strutted confidently away, her heels clicking against the cobblestones as her friends exchanged skeptical glances behind her.
"Bet she'll come back with her pride crushed in about five minutes," one muttered under her breath.
"Or less," another added with a chuckle.
As the woman approached David's group, the crowd seemed to part slightly, sensing her intent. David was standing with his team, still exuding his usual air of authority and effortless composure. His mask caught the light, but his sharp honey-brown eyes gleamed as he spoke to one of his teammates, oblivious to her approach—or so it seemed.
The woman stopped just short of him, her brightest smile plastered across her face as she tilted her head coyly. "Big Boss," she began in a sugary tone, her voice carrying just enough volume to draw the attention of those nearby. "Congratulations on leading your team to victory. You must be quite proud."
David glanced at her briefly, his expression unreadable. "Thank you," he replied curtly, his tone polite but devoid of interest. His focus shifted back to his team, clearly uninterested in prolonging the interaction.
But the woman pressed on, undeterred by his cool demeanor. "You know," she said, stepping a little closer and lowering her voice, "if I were on your team, I'd make sure you won every single event." She fluttered her eyelashes for effect, though it did little to hide the boldness of her statement.
Nearby, Jan Di, who had been busy collecting score sheets, caught the exchange out of the corner of her eye. Her brow furrowed slightly as she paused, pretending to adjust the clipboard in her hand while keeping one ear trained on the conversation.
David's response was swift and sharp. "That won't be necessary," he said, his voice cutting through her flirtation with practiced ease. He didn't even bother looking at her as he continued, "My team is already performing well, thanks to the people who earned their spots."
The woman's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered, leaning in just a fraction. "Still," she said, her tone trying to regain its sugary charm, "I can't help but admire how… focused you are. It must be exhausting being so perfect all the time. Don't you ever want to unwind with someone who truly understands you?"
David's gaze finally shifted, locking onto hers with a piercing intensity that made her confidence waver. "I don't waste my time," he said evenly, his voice as smooth as it was final, "on things—or people—that don't matter."
The rejection hit its mark, and the woman stepped back, her cheeks coloring in embarrassment as those nearby exchanged knowing glances. She muttered something under her breath and turned on her heel, walking away quickly, her earlier bravado completely deflated.
From a short distance away, Woo Bin let out a low whistle, shaking his head in amusement. "That was brutal," he remarked to Yi Jung, who chuckled.
"Classic boss move," Yi Jung agreed. "Didn't even break a sweat."
Jun Pyo, however, was far less amused. His scowl deepened as he watched David glance over at Jan Di, who was now resolutely avoiding his gaze as she pretended to be absorbed in her clipboard. David's expression softened just slightly, the faintest flicker of a smirk playing on his lips before he turned back to his team.
"Unbelievable," Jun Pyo muttered under his breath, the irritation bubbling inside him nearly palpable.
Ji Hoo, standing quietly nearby, gave him a sidelong glance. "It's not worth getting worked up over," he said calmly.
Jun Pyo's jaw tightened, but he didn't respond. His gaze stayed fixed on David, who, as always, remained a step ahead—and completely unbothered.
As the woman returned to her group, her earlier confidence now completely shattered, her friends stifled their laughter. One of them crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow as the defeated woman rejoined them.
"Didn't we tell you?" she said, her tone dripping with smugness. "The boss only has eyes for one woman. Flirting with him? Big mistake."
The others chimed in with knowing smirks. "I mean, seriously," another added, shaking her head. "You thought you could get his attention? Please, you're not even in the same league as her."
The woman huffed, brushing imaginary dust off her outfit in an attempt to save face. "He's not that impressive anyway," she muttered under her breath, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her embarrassment.
Her most outspoken friend wasn't about to let her off the hook so easily. "Oh, sure," she said, rolling her eyes dramatically. "That's why you marched over there like you were going to make him fall at your feet. How'd that work out for you?"
The group erupted into barely stifled giggles as the woman scowled at them. "Whatever," she snapped, her voice defensive. "I just wanted to see if all the hype about him was true. And honestly? I don't get it."
Another friend leaned in, her smirk widening. "Maybe because you're not Jan Di," she teased, her voice low but pointed. "You'd have better luck trying to flirt with the target than him."
The woman groaned, throwing her hands up in frustration. "Can we just drop it?" she snapped. "It's not like I care."
"Oh, you care," the first friend replied, clearly enjoying herself. "You cared enough to make a complete fool of yourself in front of half the golf course."
The laughter swelled again, and the defeated woman stalked off, muttering under her breath, leaving her friends in hysterics behind her. Meanwhile, back by the archery setup, David's team remained oblivious to the commotion.
But Jan Di, standing nearby with her clipboard, caught bits of the conversation. A faint smirk tugged at her lips, though she kept her expression neutral. Her gaze flicked toward David, who was calmly discussing strategy with his team as though nothing had happened. For all his sharp, intimidating presence, there was something oddly satisfying about how effortlessly he brushed off attempts to get under his skin.
Didn't we tell you, she thought, glancing briefly toward the gossiping group before returning to her work. You can try, but you'll never win against him.
Meanwhile, Jae Kyung, who had grown increasingly comfortable with David during the activities, leaned casually against a nearby table as their team regrouped after the archery event. Her natural energy and curiosity made her hard to ignore, and David, ever the composed figure, didn't seem to mind her chatter.
"Honestly, boss, can I ask you a question?" Jae Kyung began, her tone playful but genuinely intrigued.
David glanced at her, one brow arching slightly. "Go ahead," he said, his voice smooth and measured.
"What's your name?" she asked, leaning forward just a little, her curiosity shining through.
David's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "I'll leave it to you to figure that out," he replied cryptically, his honey-brown eyes gleaming with amusement.
Jae Kyung huffed subtly, crossing her arms. "Seriously? That's all you're giving me?" she muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched in a faint smile.
David chuckled softly, shifting the conversation without missing a beat. "Actually," he said, his tone growing more deliberate as he stepped closer and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, meeting her gaze evenly. "I do need your help with something."
Jae Kyung blinked, momentarily surprised by the shift in his demeanor. "Help? What kind of help?" she asked, intrigued.
David kept his hold light but steady, the faintest hint of a smile still lingering on his face. "I need you to help me get my queen ready for her party tonight," he said, his voice dropping slightly, making the words feel more significant. "And find a way to bring her to the ballroom without giving anything away."
Jae Kyung tilted her head, her lips curving into a playful grin. "Ohhh," she said, drawing the word out as realization dawned. "You're talking about Jan Di-ah, aren't you? Your queen?"
David didn't confirm nor deny it outright, but the flicker of softness in his eyes was enough of an answer. "Think you can manage it?" he asked, releasing her shoulders and taking a step back, his arms folding casually as he awaited her response.
Jae Kyung straightened, her grin widening. "Don't worry, boss. I've got this. The announcer already mentioned it's supposed to be a surprise for Jan Di-ah's birthday. I'll make sure she's ready and gets to the hall without a clue."
David nodded, his smirk deepening slightly. "Good," he said. "I'll leave her in your capable hands."
Jae Kyung gave him a mock salute, her confidence brimming. "Trust me. By the time I'm done, your queen won't just be ready—she'll shine."
David's expression softened briefly, a flicker of gratitude passing across his face. "Thank you," he said simply, his voice sincere.
Jae Kyung winked at him before turning to leave, already forming a plan in her head. As she walked off, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself. The boss and Jan Di-ah, huh? This is going to be interesting.
Jae Kyung approached Jan Di and Eun-gi with her usual bright energy, clapping her hands loudly to grab their attention. "Come on, girls! Resting time is over!" she announced with a wide grin, immediately pulling Jan Di by the arm.
"Wait—what? Where are we going?" Jan Di asked, stumbling slightly as Jae Kyung dragged her along.
"No questions!" Jae Kyung replied cheerfully, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Just follow me. Trust me, you'll thank me later."
Eun-gi trailed behind, intrigued but amused. "What's going on, Jae Kyung? You're unusually excited, even for you."
"You'll see," Jae Kyung teased, glancing back with a playful wink. "Just think of it as a mini adventure. Come on, Jan Di, you'll love it."
Jan Di frowned, her suspicion rising, but Jae Kyung's relentless enthusiasm made it hard to resist. "Fine," she relented, though her tone carried a note of resignation.
As the three women disappeared from sight, David stepped forward to address the gathered guests. The group, made up of CEOs and representatives from various countries, quieted immediately, their attention shifting to him. His commanding presence alone was enough to draw their focus.
"Ladies and gentlemen," David began, his voice smooth and steady, carrying easily across the open space. "I trust that today has been an enjoyable experience for all of you. I hope you've had enough fun and, more importantly, the opportunity to connect and communicate with fellow leaders from across the globe."
A ripple of polite nods and murmured agreement swept through the crowd.
David's honey-brown eyes scanned the group briefly before his tone softened, taking on a more personal note. "Now, I'd like to invite you all to join me this evening for a special celebration. Tonight, we honor someone very dear to me—my Lady—on her birthday. There will be plenty of food, drinks, and music to help us all unwind and celebrate together."
The crowd clapped enthusiastically, some exchanging excited whispers about the party. David's words had their usual effect—poised yet heartfelt, making it impossible to miss the depth of his feelings for the woman he spoke of.
Standing a few paces away, Jun Pyo couldn't hold back his frustration any longer. "He's not even ashamed of saying my lady in front of everyone," he muttered, his voice low but laced with irritation. His scowl deepened as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest.
Ji Hoo, who had been standing beside him with his usual calm demeanor, placed a hand on Jun Pyo's shoulder. His touch was steady, grounding. "Jun Pyo," he said softly, his tone carrying a quiet wisdom. "Think about it. We haven't celebrated Jan Di's birthday in seven years. Seven. Maybe instead of being upset, we should take this opportunity to be happy for her."
Jun Pyo stiffened, his jaw tightening as he processed Ji Hoo's words. He looked down, unwilling to meet his friend's gaze. "Happy for her?" he echoed, his voice softer now but still filled with conflicting emotions. "How can I be happy when someone else is taking all the credit for her happiness?"
Ji Hoo sighed, his hand still firm on Jun Pyo's shoulder. "It's not about credit," he said quietly. "It's about her. And if she's happy, isn't that enough?"
Jun Pyo didn't answer right away. His gaze shifted toward the crowd, where David's commanding presence still dominated the scene. Though the frustration still simmered beneath the surface, Ji Hoo's words stayed with him, quietly unraveling his resentment one thread at a time.
Jun Pyo's irritation lingered long after the announcement for Jan Di's surprise birthday party. The words my lady echoed in his mind like a challenge he couldn't ignore. Watching David command the attention of the crowd so effortlessly, speaking about Jan Di with such boldness, gnawed at him.
Finally, an idea began to form in his mind—a bold, reckless idea that was as much a test for himself as it was for Jan Di. If she truly means so much to him, let's see how easily she can tell the difference, he thought, a small, mischievous smirk creeping onto his face.
"Ji Hoo," Jun Pyo said suddenly, turning to his friend with a gleam in his eye. "I've got a plan."
Ji Hoo raised an eyebrow, his calm expression unchanging. "Should I be concerned?"
Jun Pyo ignored the remark, his smirk growing. "I'm going to disguise myself as the boss tonight."
Ji Hoo blinked, his brow furrowing slightly as he tried to make sense of the declaration. "You're serious?" he asked after a pause.
"Of course I'm serious," Jun Pyo replied, crossing his arms. "I want to see if Jan Di can recognize the difference. If she's really swayed by this guy, then…" He trailed off, his expression tightening briefly before regaining its confidence. "Well, let's just say it's time for a little test."
Ji Hoo sighed, shaking his head slightly. "And what happens when this backfires?"
"It won't," Jun Pyo said firmly. "I've got this all figured out."