Meanwhile, the grand hall was alive with energy. The guests, dressed in their finest attire, mingled under the shimmering glow of crystal chandeliers. The atmosphere was one of elegance and celebration, with the soft hum of classical music from a live orchestra floating through the air. Laughter and the clinking of glasses punctuated the conversations as CEOs and dignitaries from around the globe gathered for the evening's grand event.
The anticipation for the surprise celebration was palpable. Everyone knew the night would revolve around one person: the lady the enigmatic boss had spoken of so fondly. Whispers about her identity and her connection to David Andrews rippled through the crowd, fueling curiosity and speculation.
In a quieter corner of the venue, Yi Jung, Ji Hoo, and Woo Bin stood together, observing the vibrant scene. Each wore an expression that conveyed varying degrees of amusement and exasperation. They had spent the last hour listening to Jun Pyo elaborate on his latest "brilliant" idea—his plan to disguise himself as the boss and test Jan Di at her own birthday party.
"I think we should let him dig his own grave," Yi Jung remarked, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he leaned casually against a marble pillar. "This is one of his craziest ideas yet."
"Agreed," Woo Bin replied with a chuckle, adjusting his sleek black tie. "But honestly, watching him try to pull this off might be the entertainment we didn't know we needed tonight."
Ji Hoo, the calmest of the group, sipped his drink thoughtfully. "He's too stubborn to listen to reason," he said, his voice soft but firm. "If we stay, he'll just drag us into the mess. It's better if we step back."
"You're right," Yi Jung said, straightening up and flashing a sly grin. "He's on his own this time."
Woo Bin glanced toward the main entrance, where guests continued to trickle in, their outfits shimmering under the hall's golden lighting. "Well," he said, setting his glass down on a nearby table, "if Jun Pyo's going to embarrass himself, we might as well enjoy the show from a safe distance. Come on, let's mingle."
With a shared look of agreement, the trio walked off, leaving Jun Pyo to his own devices. Somewhere in the hall, their stubborn leader was undoubtedly plotting the next move in his ill-advised scheme, completely unaware that his friends had decided to leave him to face the consequences on his own.
Meanwhile, in Jan Di's room, the atmosphere was a flurry of activity. Jae Kyung and Eun-gi buzzed around her like excited bees, armed with brushes, makeup palettes, and hair tools. Jan Di, however, sat stiffly in front of the ornate mirror, her arms crossed and her expression bordering on outright defiance.
"You guys," she protested, narrowing her eyes at her reflection as Jae Kyung worked on curling a strand of her hair, "is there some party I don't know about? Why are you dolling me up like this?"
Eun-gi, perched on the edge of the vanity with a palette of soft blushes and highlighters in hand, gave her a playful grin. "What makes you think we need a special occasion to make you look pretty, huh?" she teased, dabbing a light pink shade onto Jan Di's cheeks.
"Exactly!" Jae Kyung chimed in, her tone far too cheerful for Jan Di's comfort. "We're your friends. It's our job to pamper you, whether you like it or not."
Jan Di groaned, tilting her head slightly to dodge Jae Kyung's curling iron. "Pamper? More like torture," she muttered. "I don't even wear this much makeup on formal occasions. You two are up to something, aren't you?"
"Up to something? Us?" Jae Kyung gasped, feigning shock as she clipped another section of Jan Di's hair into place. "How could you accuse us of such a thing?"
Jan Di shot her a skeptical look through the mirror. "Because you're both terrible at hiding secrets."
Eun-gi laughed, shaking her head. "Just trust us, okay? You'll thank us later."
"Doubt it," Jan Di grumbled under her breath, though her resolve was beginning to crack under their combined enthusiasm.
Jae Kyung leaned over, gently tugging at Jan Di's hair to adjust a curl. "Stop frowning," she said with mock sternness. "You'll get wrinkles, and then all our hard work will be for nothing."
Jan Di rolled her eyes, though she couldn't help but smile faintly at their antics. "Fine," she said at last, her tone resigned. "But this better not be some elaborate prank."
"Oh, it's not a prank," Jae Kyung said with a knowing grin. She exchanged a quick glance with Eun-gi, who smirked in return.
Before Jan Di could question them further, Jae Kyung stepped back, clapping her hands together as she admired her handiwork. "Done! Look at you, Jan Di. You're stunning."
Jan Di turned to face her reflection fully, her eyes widening slightly. The transformation was undeniable. Her hair fell in soft, elegant curls that framed her face perfectly, while her makeup enhanced her natural features without being overdone. Her skin glowed with a subtle radiance, and her eyes seemed to sparkle brighter than usual.
"Wow..." Jan Di muttered, momentarily caught off guard by her appearance. Then she quickly shook her head, her suspicion returning. "Okay, seriously, what's going on? Where am I supposed to go looking like this?"
Eun-gi placed a gentle hand on Jan Di's shoulder, her smile warm and genuine. "You'll find out soon enough," she said cryptically. "But for now, just enjoy the moment, okay?"
Jan Di frowned, but before she could argue further, Jae Kyung grabbed her hands, practically pulling her out of the chair. "Come on! You can't sit here all night admiring yourself in the mirror. We have to get you dressed!"
"Dressed?!" Jan Di exclaimed, her suspicion reaching new heights as they dragged her toward the wardrobe. "You two are impossible!"
"Yep!" Jae Kyung chirped, already rifling through the wardrobe for the perfect outfit. "And you're going to love us for it later."
After a whirlwind of preparation, Jan Di stood in front of the mirror, her breath catching as she took in her reflection. She wore a stunning, vibrant pink gown that radiated elegance and sophistication. The high-low hemline accentuated her slender figure, with the front ending gracefully above her knees and the back cascading in layers of flowing fabric that seemed to shimmer with every movement.
The bodice was an intricate masterpiece, adorned with delicate, sparkling embellishments that caught the light like tiny stars. The sweetheart neckline, supported by thin spaghetti straps, framed her shoulders and collarbone, exuding both charm and confidence. The skirt was a whimsical vision, dotted with three-dimensional floral appliqués that gave the gown a romantic, almost ethereal quality.
Jae Kyung and Eun-gi stepped back, their eyes lighting up with satisfaction as they admired the result of their efforts. "You look like a dream," Jae Kyung said, clasping her hands together.
Eun-gi nodded enthusiastically. "This gown was made for you, Jan Di. You're stunning."
Jan Di flushed, glancing down at the delicate pink high-heeled shoes that completed the ensemble. They added just the right amount of height to enhance her graceful silhouette. Around her neck rested an elegant necklace—a floral masterpiece of intricate design. The necklace sparkled with pink gemstones arranged to resemble flowers and leaves, culminating in a teardrop-shaped pink gemstone pendant that rested just above her chest. Smaller pink and white stones surrounded the pendant, giving the necklace a radiant, harmonious brilliance.
"Okay, seriously," Jan Di said, turning to face her friends. "Where am I going? You're dressing me like I'm royalty."
"Patience, Jan Di," Jae Kyung said with a sly smile as she approached with a black cloth in hand. "All will be revealed soon enough."
Jan Di's eyes narrowed. "What's that for?"
"Oh, just a little touch of mystery," Jae Kyung replied cheerfully, unfolding the cloth and gesturing for Jan Di to stay still. Before she could protest, Jae Kyung tied the black blindfold gently over her eyes. "Trust me. You'll thank me later."
"Blindfolds now?" Jan Di muttered, her voice laced with suspicion but tinged with reluctant amusement. "This feels like a setup."
"You'll see soon enough," Eun-gi said, taking Jan Di's hand while Jae Kyung grabbed the other. Together, they carefully guided her out of the room, her flowing gown trailing behind her like a whisper of pink clouds.
Meanwhile, masked as David, Jun Pyo stood at the grand hall's entrance dressed in a sharp black suit that mirrored the boss's usual impeccable style. The smooth lines of the suit fit him perfectly, but he shifted uncomfortably beneath the weight of his disguise. His plan had gone through without a hitch so far—he had slipped in unnoticed, and the mask concealed his identity well enough. Yet, as he stood there, the realization of what he was about to attempt began to weigh on him.
What if this doesn't work? He thought briefly, tugging at the edges of the mask. But the moment his gaze landed on the ballroom's elegant décor, the luxurious chandeliers casting golden light over the polished marble floors, his confidence returned.
This wasn't just a test for Jan Di—it was a test for him, to prove that he could outshine the enigmatic boss in his own arena.
Jun Pyo straightened his posture and adopted David's signature air of nonchalance. He reminded himself of the countless times he'd seen David exude charisma and authority with minimal effort. All I have to do is act the part. How hard can it be?
Then he saw her.
Jan Di appeared at the far end of the hall, accompanied by Jae Kyung and Eun-gi. She was blindfolded, her arm lightly held by Jae Kyung as they guided her toward the entrance. Her vibrant pink gown shimmered like a dream, the flowing fabric cascading with every step she took. The delicate embellishments on her bodice sparkled under the golden light, and the intricate floral appliqués on the skirt added a romantic touch that made her look ethereal. Her necklace, with its teardrop pink gemstone centerpiece, caught the light, sending a soft glow that enhanced her elegance.
Jun Pyo's smirk deepened beneath the mask. This is even better, he thought, the gears in his mind turning as he imagined how he could use the situation to his advantage. The blindfold meant she couldn't see him clearly right away, giving him the perfect opportunity to pull off the act.
"Perfect timing," he muttered under his breath. Adjusting his mask one final time, he stepped forward, ready to intercept Jan Di and begin his bold plan.
"Boss!" Jae Kyung exclaimed with a mix of excitement and curiosity as she saw the masked figure approaching. "She's all yours," Eun-gi added, her voice warm with amusement as she gave Jan Di a gentle nudge forward. The two friends, oblivious to the mischief behind the mask, exchanged a quick glance before walking off, leaving Jan Di with the masked imposter.
Jun Pyo, adopting what he thought was David's confident demeanor, extended his hand toward Jan Di. The moment his fingers intertwined with hers, however, she froze, her senses immediately alert. There was something distinctly off.
This isn't him.
The realization hit her like a wave. She knew David's presence better than she cared to admit. His distinct fragrance was subtle and understated, a light yet captivating blend that reminded her of fresh blooms in soft sunlight. It was never overpowering, never clinging to a space after he left, but always unmistakable the moment he was near. This scent, however, lacked that gentle refinement. It was too heavy, too clumsy—an attempt to emulate sophistication that fell short.
Jun Pyo, unaware of her growing suspicion, held her hand firmly and began leading her toward the stage area, where the familiar melody of Happy Birthday was starting to play. The guests watched intently, their eyes flicking between the pair and the scene unfolding behind them. A second masked man, identical in height and posture, had entered the room and was making his way toward the stage.
"Who is impersonating the boss?" a guest whispered, their gaze darting between the two men. "They look so similar, but their movements… and their hair…"
"It's definitely not the same person," another murmured, eyes narrowing. "What's going on?"
As Jan Di was pulled forward by the hand, the crowd's whispers grew louder. She felt a subtle shift in the air, a familiar presence to her left. Her heart raced—not with confusion, but with certainty. David.
Before she could react, she felt her other hand being taken, this time with a stronger, more purposeful grip. She turned her head instinctively toward the source, sensing the undeniable aura of the real David. An inexplicable sense of relief washed over her, and without hesitation, she tried to pull away from the imposter holding her.
But just as she attempted to free herself, she was caught in a tug-of-war. Her right hand was yanked back sharply by Jun Pyo, while her left was held firmly by David, who seemed just as determined not to let her go.
The chaos of the moment made her blood boil. Frustration and confusion swirled as the guests watched, captivated by the bizarre and dramatic spectacle. Finally, Jan Di had had enough. With a swift motion, she tore the blindfold from her eyes and turned sharply to face the man holding her right hand.
Her glare pierced through the mask, and her voice, laced with annoyance, broke through the rising tension. "Gu Jun Pyo," she snapped, her tone sharp and unforgiving. "You think I wouldn't recognize you?"
Jun Pyo stiffened, his free hand instinctively rising to adjust the mask, though it was pointless now. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his attempt at maintaining the charade faltering under her fiery gaze.
Jan Di scoffed, crossing her arms as she pulled her hand free. "Your hair—" she gestured to his telltale curls, which peeked out from under the mask—"and your scent. Seriously? Did you really think you could fool me with this ridiculous act?"
Jun Pyo froze for a moment, searching for a response, but her annoyance left him with nothing to say. The room erupted into hushed whispers and stifled laughs as the crowd began to piece together what had happened.
David, still holding Jan Di's other hand, stepped forward, his honey-brown eyes gleaming with both amusement and quiet triumph. "I have to admit, Jun Pyo," he said smoothly, his voice calm but with an unmistakable edge of mockery. "This is one of your more creative ideas."
Jun Pyo glared at him, his pride clearly wounded, but said nothing. Instead, he reached up, tugging off the mask with a scowl. "It was just a test," he muttered, his voice defensive.
"A test?" Jan Di repeated, her tone incredulous. "A test for what? To see how easily you could make a fool of yourself?"
Jun Pyo opened his mouth to respond, but David cut him off, his grip on Jan Di's hand firm and reassuring. "I think that's enough, Jun Pyo," he said, his smile widening slightly. "You've had your fun. Let's not ruin the evening for everyone else."
Jun Pyo looked like he wanted to argue, but after a moment, he exhaled sharply and stepped back. "Fine," he said gruffly, turning on his heel and disappearing into the crowd.
Jan Di let out a frustrated sigh, shaking her head. "Unbelievable," she muttered under her breath.
David leaned closer, his tone warm but teasing. "I hope you don't blame me for the interruption, my love," he said, the title carrying its usual mix of affection and respect.
Jan Di looked at him, her annoyance fading slightly as she met his gaze. "Just promise me there won't be any more surprises," she said, though a faint smile tugged at her lips despite herself.
David chuckled softly. "No more surprises," he promised, though the glint in his eye suggested otherwise.
As Jun Pyo stormed away from the crowd, his pride bruised and his mask now tucked away in his pocket, he approached his group of friends. The frustration was clear on his face as he muttered under his breath, still reeling from the embarrassment of being caught red-handed by Jan Di. Before he could even begin to vent, Jae Kyung stepped forward with fiery determination.
Without warning, she raised her hand and slapped him across the cheek with a sharp smack that echoed faintly. The force of it stopped him dead in his tracks.
"WHAT was that for?" Jun Pyo shouted, his hand flying up to his cheek as he glared at her in disbelief. "Hey! Monkey! Why did you slap me?"
Jae Kyung's eyes burned with anger as she crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Do you really need to ask, Jun?" She snapped, her voice harsh and unrelenting. "What were you thinking? Disguising yourself as the boss at her party? Are you completely out of your mind?"
Jun Pyo opened his mouth to defend himself, but Jae Kyung didn't give him the chance. "Do you have any idea how childish you looked out there?" She continued, poking him hard in the chest for emphasis. "Not only did you embarrass yourself, but you made Jan Di uncomfortable! Do you ever think before you act?"
Yi Jung and Woo Bin, standing just a few feet away, exchanged amused glances. Yi Jung, ever the one to add fuel to the fire, smirked as he crossed his arms. "Do you need us to explain why she slapped you, or can you figure it out on your own?" he quipped.
Woo Bin chuckled, clapping Jun Pyo on the back. "I gotta admit, though, it was entertaining watching you try to pull off the boss's act. Next time, maybe practice walking in his shoes before jumping into his mask."
"Shut up!" Jun Pyo snapped, his glare darting between his smirking friends. "You're all enjoying this way too much."
Jae Kyung huffed, rolling her eyes as she gestured toward the crowd. "Well, if you're done sulking, maybe you should apologize to Jan Di. Or at least think twice before pulling another stupid stunt like this."
Jun Pyo's scowl deepened, but he didn't respond immediately. Instead, he looked away, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Part of him wanted to defend his actions—after all, his intentions weren't entirely selfish—but another part, buried under layers of pride, knew she was right.
"Whatever," he muttered, his tone petulant as he brushed past them. "It's not like I ruined anything."
"Sure, keep telling yourself that," Yi Jung called after him, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
As Jun Pyo walked off, still nursing his wounded pride and stinging cheek, Woo Bin leaned toward Jae Kyung with a grin. "Remind me never to get on your bad side, Jae Kyung."
She smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Good. At least one of you has common sense."
David gently took Jan Di's hand, guiding her toward the pièce de résistance of the evening—the breathtakingly ethereal corner that had been designed just for her. As they walked, Jan Di couldn't help but feel the weight of the room's attention, but when her eyes landed on the space ahead, her breath caught in her throat. It was as if she had stepped into a fairytale.
A plush, cream-colored chaise lounge sat at the center of the setup, its elegant curves inviting her to rest. Draped delicately over the chaise were clusters of roses and cascading white orchids, their petals spilling over the edges like a soft, fragrant waterfall. The floral arrangement was perfection, its gentle hues of pinks, whites, and pastels blending seamlessly with the surroundings.
Above the lounge, an arch intertwined with pastel blooms and delicate greenery stretched majestically. The structure framed the setting in an embrace of natural beauty, sheer pink fabric flowing gracefully from its edges like a whisper of silk caught in the air. The soft fabric swayed gently with the breeze from the air vents, adding an ethereal, dreamlike touch.
To the side, an ivory panel stood proudly, displaying Jan Di's name in elegant gold script. Around the name, pink butterflies, so intricately crafted they seemed alive, fluttered gently in the subtle movements of the air. Beneath the panel, the floor was transformed into a garden of roses, hydrangeas, and baby's breath. The flowers climbed up the sides of the arch and the panel, creating a lush sanctuary that felt as though it existed in its own enchanted world.
David smiled, his honey-brown eyes soft as he gestured toward the chaise lounge. "For you, my lady," he said, his voice warm and filled with pride.
Jan Di hesitated for a moment, still overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of the scene before her. Slowly, she allowed herself to sit on the chaise, her hands lightly brushing the soft fabric of her gown as she gazed at the intricate details around her. "This is… unbelievable," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
As she settled in, a figure stepped forward from the crowd, catching her attention. To her surprise, it was Ji Hoo. He approached with his usual calm grace, a single white rose in one hand and a violin tucked under his other arm.
"Happy birthday, Jan Di," he said softly, offering her the rose. His expression was gentle, but there was a warmth in his gaze that spoke volumes.
Jan Di took the rose, her fingers brushing against his briefly. "Thank you," she said, her voice filled with both gratitude and curiosity.
Before she could say more, Ji Hoo raised the violin to his shoulder and began to play. The soft, melodic strains of Happy Birthday to You filled the room, weaving through the air like a delicate thread of gold. The crowd fell silent, entranced by the beautiful simplicity of the moment.
David, standing slightly to the side, watched with a small smile as Jan Di's face lit up. While Ji Hoo played, David didn't interfere—he simply observed, content to see her surrounded by the love and admiration of those who cared for her.
As the final note of Ji Hoo's song lingered in the air, the crowd broke into applause, their claps and cheers filling the grand hall. Jan Di looked at Ji Hoo, then at David, her heart full in a way she hadn't expected. For a moment, she simply sat there, surrounded by the flowers, the music, and the overwhelming feeling that this night was one she would never forget.
As the soft applause from the crowd faded, Ji Hoo approached Jan Di again, his steps measured and calm. His usual reserved demeanor carried a warmth that made her heart soften even more. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small velvet box and extended it toward her.
"What is this?" Jan Di asked, her eyes flicking between Ji Hoo and the box. There was a hint of curiosity in her tone as she took the box from his hands.
"Open it," he said simply, his voice steady yet gentle.
Jan Di carefully lifted the lid of the box, her breath catching as the contents were revealed. Inside lay a delicate rose gold watch adorned with sparkling stones that glinted under the soft glow of the chandeliers. The face of the watch featured an intricate butterfly design, its wings crafted with exquisite detail, adding a touch of whimsy to the luxurious timepiece. Next to the watch rested a matching bracelet, its elegant simplicity perfectly complementing the watch. The gift spoke volumes of Ji Hoo's thoughtfulness and his deep understanding of her tastes.
"Sunbae…" Jan Di whispered, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes. Her mind raced back to all the birthdays she had spent away from Korea, the times she had avoided thinking about the people she had left behind—people like Ji Hoo, who had always been there for her.
Before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry," she murmured, her words trembling as tears began to flow freely. "I'm really sorry for leaving without telling you."
Ji Hoo's arms came around her, holding her firmly yet gently, as though grounding her in the moment. His hand rested lightly on her back, offering comfort as he closed his eyes and leaned his cheek against her hair. "It's okay, Otter," he whispered, his voice calm and soothing, though there was a faint quiver of emotion that betrayed his usual composure.
Jan Di cried softly against him, releasing years of pent-up guilt and longing. Ji Hoo, ever the steady presence, simply held her, his embrace speaking the words he didn't need to say aloud.
After a moment, he spoke again, his voice filled with quiet assurance. "Now that you're here," he said, his lips curving into a small, comforting smile, "we'll celebrate many more birthdays together."
Jan Di pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tear-streaked cheeks and a watery smile. The depth of his kindness, his understanding, made her chest ache. She glanced down at the watch and bracelet in her hand, and her fingers tightened around the velvet box.
"Thank you," she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude that went beyond the gift. "For everything."
Ji Hoo brushed a tear from her cheek, his touch gentle. "You've been through a lot, Jan Di," he said quietly. "But you're here now. That's all that matters."
The two of them stood there, surrounded by flowers and the soft hum of chatter from the guests, but in that moment, it felt as though the world had narrowed to just the two of them. The connection they shared, one built on years of quiet understanding, had only deepened with time.
From a distance, David watched the interaction, his expression unreadable as he took in the scene. He didn't interrupt. Instead, he turned slightly to address a waiter who had approached him, giving Jan Di and Ji Hoo the space they needed.
Meanwhile, the grand hall buzzed with whispers and curious glances as the guests observed the scene unfolding in the floral corner where Ji Hoo stood embracing Jan Di. The quiet intimacy of the moment did not go unnoticed, and it sparked a flurry of speculation among the attendees.
"Did you see that?" a woman murmured, leaning toward her companion. Her fan fluttered in front of her face, though it did little to hide her intrigue. "He allowed the Yoon heir to stand next to her—and hug her?"
Her companion, equally invested, nodded. "I did. That's not something the boss would typically allow. He's always so protective of her."
Another guest, overhearing the exchange, joined in. "I heard she's close to the F4," they said knowingly, their voice low but conspiratorial. "Maybe that's the reason why the boss let it slide. You know how powerful that group is."
"Well, it's not just that," another chimed in, gesturing toward the scene. "Look at him. The way he's watching her—he's not just tolerating it. It's like he trusts the Yoon heir completely. That's not something you see every day."
A younger woman nearby sighed dramatically, her gaze flickering between David and Ji Hoo. "Imagine being so important that two powerful men like that would quietly step back and let you be. It's like something out of a movie."
"Or a battlefield," another joked under their breath, earning a few quiet chuckles.
As the whispers continued, David remained where he was, composed and deliberate, his attention momentarily turned to other matters. Yet, every now and then, his honey-brown eyes flicked toward Jan Di and Ji Hoo, his expression calm but contemplative.
To those watching, it was a moment that spoke volumes—not just about Jan Di's unique place in their lives, but about the careful balance of relationships, trust, and unspoken boundaries that existed in the room.
As Ji Hoo finished his heartfelt embrace with Jan Di, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. It was a gesture filled with quiet affection and gratitude, one that lingered in the hearts of the watching crowd. Slowly, Ji Hoo straightened and turned, walking toward David with purpose.
When he reached him, Ji Hoo extended his hand for a handshake. David, composed as ever, took it firmly, his honey-brown eyes locking with Ji Hoo's. There was no tension between them—only mutual respect.
"Thank you for taking care of her," Ji Hoo said sincerely, his voice steady but warm. "I don't know what exactly you have with her, but I'm glad. Wherever she was during those seven years away, she came back stronger. She's no longer the Geum Jan Di she was—she's someone who can stand on her own, someone who can protect herself and provide for herself. For that, Boss, I thank you."
David gave a small nod, his gaze unwavering. "Don't worry," he replied with quiet conviction. "I'll give her the whole world if necessary."
Ji Hoo studied him for a moment, taking in the weight of his words. Though a part of him wished he could have been the one to offer Jan Di that kind of security and care, he couldn't deny the comfort he felt knowing she had someone like David by her side. Someone powerful enough to ensure her well-being. With a faint smile and another nod, Ji Hoo stepped back.
"Take care of her," Ji Hoo said, his tone softer now.
"I will," David assured him.
Satisfied, Ji Hoo turned and walked off the stage, his hands slipping into his pockets. His heart was calm—not without a pang of bittersweet longing, but still steady, knowing that Jan Di was in safe hands.
David watched Ji Hoo for a moment before turning his attention back to Jan Di. She was still sitting in the plush chair, surrounded by cascading flowers and glowing softly under the chandeliers. Her eyes were slightly misty, but her lips were curved in a small smile as she toyed absentmindedly with the rose gold watch Ji Hoo had given her.
With measured steps, David approached her. Lowering himself to a squat, he rested one arm on the armrest of her chair, leveling their gazes. His other hand reached out, brushing a stray curl from her face as his expression softened.
"Are you happy, sweetheart?" he asked gently, his voice low but rich with warmth.
Jan Di blinked, startled slightly by the intimacy of the moment. She glanced down at him, her fingers still tracing the edge of the watch. For a moment, she didn't answer, letting the question hang in the air as her emotions swirled.
Finally, she nodded, her smile growing just a little brighter. "I am," she said, her voice barely above a whisper but brimming with sincerity. "I really am."
David's lips curved into a faint smile, the corners of his eyes softening. "Good," he murmured. "That's all I wanted to hear."
The excitement in the hall reached new heights as each of the ten men was handed a mask identical to David's signature one, obscuring their features and leveling the playing field. The lineup included the F4—Jun Pyo, Ji Hoo, Yi Jung, and Woo Bin—alongside several other men from the crowd, all standing tall and ready to play their part.
Jan Di, blindfolded once again, stood at the center of the ballroom, clutching the delicate white garland in her hands. The announcer's grin widened as he stepped up beside her, adding an extra layer of mischief to the proceedings.
"Now," he began, addressing the crowd, "to make this a real challenge, we're going to spin her around until she's nice and dizzy!" He gestured dramatically to his assistants, who moved forward to gently hold Jan Di by the shoulders.
The crowd burst into laughter as they watched the assistants carefully but firmly spin Jan Di in place. She staggered slightly as the dizziness set in, the blindfold ensuring she was completely disoriented.
"Alright, birthday girl!" the announcer called out with enthusiasm, stepping back once she had been thoroughly spun. "It's time! Go search for that man—your boss!"
The guests erupted into cheers and applause, their excitement palpable as Jan Di wavered for a moment, trying to regain her footing. She steadied herself with a deep breath, holding the garland tightly.
Though her vision was completely obscured, Jan Di felt the weight of every gaze in the room. She knew she was at the center of a spectacle, and the pressure was on to find the right man. With slow, deliberate steps, she began walking forward, her hand cautiously extended in front of her to avoid bumping into anything.
The lineup of masked men stood still, some amused, others nervously shifting their weight as she approached. Jan Di's senses sharpened as she moved closer, her ears picking up faint breaths and the occasional muffled laugh from the crowd.
The first man she encountered stood quietly, but as she reached out, she felt the broadness of his shoulders. She paused, running her fingers briefly across his arm before shaking her head and moving on. The crowd chuckled softly, murmuring as she stepped to the next man.
When her hand brushed against the second man's chest, she hesitated. Something felt familiar, but the scent wasn't quite right. She moved on, her determination growing with each step.
As she approached the fourth man, her hand landed on his shoulder. His build was slightly slimmer, his breathing steady and calm. For a moment, she lingered, her instincts telling her this could be David. But as her fingers moved to touch his hand, she hesitated again—there was no spark, no certainty.
By the time she reached the seventh man, she could feel the dizziness starting to wear off, replaced by an inexplicable pull of intuition. Her hand brushed against his chest, and then she stopped, tilting her head slightly as if listening to something only she could hear. She moved her hand upward toward his face, and as her fingers grazed the edge of his mask, she felt a wave of familiarity wash over her as his hand reached for her wrist.
It was then his scent—light, airy, and unmistakably him. The faintest hint of his presence lingered, just enough to set him apart from the others.
A small smile tugged at her lips. "Found you," she murmured under her breath, lifting the garland and carefully placing it around his neck.
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as the announcer stepped forward with his microphone. "And there we have it!" he exclaimed, his voice ringing out over the noise. "Our birthday girl has chosen her boss! Let's see if she got it right!"
Jan Di removed her blindfold, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light. When her vision cleared, she saw David standing before her, his honey-brown eyes gleaming with quiet amusement beneath the mask. Her smile widened as relief and triumph flooded her chest.
The announcer laughed heartily. "Well, well, well! Looks like she's got quite the instinct. A round of applause for our queen of the night and her chosen one!"
As the crowd cheered, David reached up to remove his mask, revealing his confident smile. He leaned slightly closer to Jan Di, his voice low enough for only her to hear. "Was it really that easy?" he asked teasingly, his tone warm.
Jan Di chuckled softly, a mix of embarrassment and pride in her voice. "It wasn't easy," she admitted. "But I could never mistake you for anyone else."
David's smile softened, and with the garland still resting around his neck, he extended his hand toward her. "Shall we enjoy the rest of the evening, my lady?"
She nodded, placing her hand in his as the crowd clapped and whistled around them, the celebration continuing in full swing.
As the applause began to die down, the announcer stepped forward again, his grin wide and his curiosity evident. He raised the microphone to his lips, addressing Jan Di with an enthusiastic tone.
"Alright, Miss Jan Di, you've got to tell us—how did you know it was him?" he asked, leaning in slightly as the crowd listened intently.
Jan Di glanced toward David, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile. Turning back to the announcer, she spoke clearly, her voice carrying just enough humor to lighten the moment. "Well, it was his reflex action," she said, "and his scent."
"Reflex?" the announcer repeated, intrigued. "What do you mean by that?"
Jan Di tilted her head slightly, her smile softening as she explained. "I have an injured shoulder," she began, drawing a few murmurs of sympathy from the audience. "It's still healing, so whenever I raise my hand too high, it hurts. His first instinct is always to lower it gently—like this." She mimicked the motion, briefly raising her hand as if to demonstrate.
The crowd buzzed with admiration and curiosity at her words. The announcer's eyes widened slightly, clearly impressed. "Ah," he said, nodding. "So, his care and attention gave him away?"
"Exactly," Jan Di replied, glancing again at David, who was watching her with an unreadable expression—though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"And the scent?" the announcer pressed, leaning in again. "What about that?"
Jan Di's voice softened as she continued. "His scent is very distinct. It's light and subtle—nothing overwhelming. It's hard to describe, but once you're close enough, you just know." She paused, her gaze lingering on David. "That's what made it absolutely clear."
The audience erupted into applause again, their admiration for Jan Di's sharp instincts and her connection with David evident in the murmurs of approval that followed.
David finally stepped forward, his smirk returning as he met the announcer's gaze. "Looks like there's no fooling her," he said smoothly, his tone carrying a hint of pride.
The announcer laughed, shaking his head in amazement. "Well, there you have it, folks! Reflexes and scent—who knew those would be the keys to success tonight?"
The crowd clapped and cheered once more as Jan Di and David exchanged a quiet glance, their connection undeniable. With the game over, the celebration continued, though the guests were left buzzing with admiration for the bond between the two.
Meanwhile, the F4 quietly slipped away from the crowd, retreating to their table at the edge of the grand hall. Jun Pyo, still bristling with irritation after the events of the evening, slumped into his chair with a huff. Grabbing his glass of wine, he swirled it briefly before downing it in one go. The rich liquid burned slightly as it went down, matching the annoyance simmering in his chest.
"So... his care gave him away?" Jun Pyo muttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He slammed the empty glass down onto the table, earning raised eyebrows from Woo Bin and Yi Jung.
Woo Bin leaned back in his chair, chuckling softly. "You sound more annoyed than usual, Jun Pyo," he remarked. "Careful, or you'll run out of wine before the night's even over."
Yi Jung smirked, resting his elbow on the table as he observed Jun Pyo's sour expression. "He has a point, though," he said teasingly. "It's not like you to lose so spectacularly at anything."
Jun Pyo glared at him. "I didn't lose!" he snapped, though his words carried less conviction than he intended. "It's just... ridiculous. Reflexes? Scent? Seriously?"
Ji Hoo, who had been silently watching the interaction, finally spoke up, his tone calm but thoughtful. "I nearly forgot that Jan Di was injured," he said quietly, his gaze drifting toward the scene across the room where Jan Di was now chatting with a few guests, still glowing from the game.
Woo Bin glanced at Ji Hoo, his smile fading slightly. "Yeah, now that you mention it, I remember she hurt her shoulder during the kidnapping incident. How many years have passed?" he said. "She must still be in pain."
Yi Jung frowned slightly, leaning forward. "And yet she's been running around, hosting and smiling like nothing's wrong," he said, his voice tinged with admiration. "Wondergirl Geum Jan Di."
Jun Pyo's frown deepened as he listened. Though he wouldn't admit it, the reminder of Jan Di's injury only added to his frustration. Why didn't I notice? he thought bitterly. I should've been the one lowering her hand, the one she recognized first.
Ji Hoo glanced at Jun Pyo, his expression as serene as ever but carrying a hint of knowing. "David noticed," he said pointedly. "That's what makes the difference."
Jun Pyo stiffened, his jaw tightening at Ji Hoo's words. For a moment, the group fell into silence, the hum of the party around them filling the void.
Woo Bin broke the tension with a sigh, raising his glass. "Well, here's to Jan Di," he said with a grin. "She may be injured, but she's still out there charming everyone in the room."
Yi Jung chuckled, raising his own glass. "To Jan Di," he agreed. "And to her incredible knack for spotting the boss in a room full of imposters."
Jun Pyo didn't join the toast, instead staring into the empty glass in front of him. His frustration simmered quietly, though, beneath it, a flicker of concern for Jan Di lingered. He wouldn't say it aloud, but her injury—and the fact that he hadn't noticed—gnawed at him in a way he couldn't quite shake.
As the guests began settling into their chairs, the room gradually filled with the soft hum of conversation and the gentle clinking of glasses. However, many eyes were subtly drawn to Jan Di and David, who sat together in a quiet corner of the hall.
Jan Di, with an air of effortless composure, took her seat gracefully. The chair seemed to embrace her as she crossed her legs at the ankles and arranged her hands neatly in her lap. Her fingers intertwined delicately, and her refined posture conveyed a serene confidence. There was no trace of hesitation or awkwardness in her movements, only the elegance of someone who had grown into herself. She looked every bit the poised and graceful lady, her shy smile softening her demeanor as David, seated closely beside her, accepted a glass of juice from a waiter and handed it to her.
Jan Di took it with a quiet "thank you," her gaze meeting David's briefly before flickering down to the glass. The subtle intimacy of the exchange didn't go unnoticed, adding to the magnetic quality of the scene.
At a nearby table, Yi Jung's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed her, the faintest smirk curling his lips. "Hey," he commented to the group, his tone low but filled with curiosity. "Have you noticed? Jan Di isn't the same clumsy girl we used to know. She's... refined now. Like a true lady."
Woo Bin leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow as he followed Yi Jung's gaze. "You're not wrong," he said thoughtfully, the corner of his mouth lifting into a grin. "She's carrying herself differently. She looks... polished."
Jae Kyung, seated near Eun-gi, nodded vigorously. "Yeah!" she chimed in. "She's definitely not the Jan Di I knew before. She's the classic lady now. Look at her posture, the way she's smiling—she's glowing."
Eun-gi, who had been observing silently, tilted her head curiously. "How was Jan Di before?" she asked, her voice soft but intrigued. "I mean, I don't know her like you all do. I'd like to know more about her."
Jae Kyung exchanged a glance with Yi Jung and Woo Bin before leaning closer to Eun-gi. "Where do I even start?" she said, laughing lightly. "Jan Di used to be... well, not quite like this."
"She was clumsy," Yi Jung said, his tone laced with nostalgia. "Always tripping over her own feet or spilling something at the worst moment."
"She wasn't graceful," Woo Bin added with a chuckle. "But she had heart. She was fearless, even when she probably should've been more careful."
"And stubborn," Jae Kyung interjected, grinning. "She'd argue with anyone, no matter how much power or money they had."
Eun-gi blinked, surprised but impressed. "Really?"
"Really," Yi Jung confirmed, swirling the drink in his hand. "That's what made her stand out. She wasn't like the others around us—she didn't care about appearances or wealth. She cared about people."
Jae Kyung leaned back in her chair, sighing wistfully. "But look at her now," she said, gesturing toward Jan Di, who was quietly sipping her juice as David adjusted her shawl with a thoughtful gesture. "She's transformed. Still the same Jan Di underneath, but she's grown into someone even more extraordinary."
Eun-gi smiled softly, her gaze returning to Jan Di. "It sounds like she's always been special," she said. "Just in different ways."
"True," Woo Bin agreed, raising his glass in mock salute. "Here's to Jan Di, the girl who went from clumsy to classy without losing her spark."
The group chuckled softly, their banter affectionate as their eyes lingered on the woman who had subtly but undeniably captivated the room.
Jan Di turned slightly in her seat, her voice soft but sincere. "David, thank you for this surprise," she said, her gaze meeting his with warmth. "I really love it."
David's lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "If you like it," he began, his honey-brown eyes gleaming with playfulness, "how should you thank me?"
She rolled her eyes, gently pushing him away with a light laugh, though a faint blush colored her cheeks. "You're impossible," she muttered, turning her face to the side. After a moment, her expression softened, but a flicker of old memories surfaced, shadowing her smile. "I never forgot that you used to lock me up."
David's smirk faded, replaced by a faint shadow of regret. He lowered his gaze briefly before looking at her again, his tone quieter now. "I'll keep apologizing for what I did before," he said earnestly. "You didn't deserve that, Jan Di. I was wrong, and I'll spend as long as it takes to make it up to you."
Jan Di studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Slowly, she let out a small sigh. "You already have," she said softly, though she didn't elaborate further. The tension between them eased as she offered him a small, forgiving smile, signaling that, at least for now, the past could remain in the past.
Meanwhile, across the room, a woman with the surname Kim, seated with a small circle of acquaintances, leaned back in her chair as she scrolled through her phone. A message had just arrived, detailing the results of an investigation into Jan Di's background. She raised an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of surprise and disdain.
"So," she murmured, loud enough for the others at the table to hear, "she's a commoner... huh."
Her companions leaned in slightly, intrigued. "A commoner?" one repeated, her tone laced with disbelief. "But the way she carries herself... you'd never guess."
Kim smirked, her lips curling in derision. "Well, it seems the boss doesn't care about that," she said, taking a sip from her glass.
"Of course he doesn't," another woman chimed in, her voice hushed but insistent. "Don't forget, his grandmother was here last year. She adores her. You'd be foolish to think anything could change that."
Kim's expression soured slightly at the reminder. "Still," she muttered, "it's strange, isn't it? A man of his power, someone with his resources, choosing someone like her."
Her companion shrugged. "Maybe it's not about status for him. And honestly, if his grandmother approves, there's not much anyone can do—even with her background."
Kim's fingers tightened briefly around her glass before she forced a smile, masking her displeasure. "You may be right," she said smoothly, though her eyes flicked toward Jan Di with a sharpness that betrayed her continued interest in the matter.
As the servers moved gracefully between the tables, carrying trays laden with the most exquisite dishes, the atmosphere in the grand hall was alive with laughter and the gentle clinking of cutlery. Each table boasted a feast of delicacies—perfectly roasted meats, intricately plated seafood, vibrant vegetable medleys, and desserts that looked almost too beautiful to eat. The air was filled with the enticing aroma of the culinary masterpieces being enjoyed by the guests.
When the servers finally arrived at the table where Jan Di and David were seated, they placed an array of dishes before them, each one more enticing than the last. However, David's focus was elsewhere. He glanced at Jan Di, noticing the faint fatigue she tried to mask behind her poised demeanor.
He reached for a bowl of warm chicken soup, its rich aroma wafting through the air. The broth was clear and golden, dotted with tender pieces of chicken, chunks of carrots, celery, and a sprinkle of fresh parsley. The steam curled invitingly into the air as David turned toward her, holding the bowl carefully in one hand.
"You know," he began, his tone casual but laced with concern, "since it's your time of the month, it would be beneficial for you to avoid oily food. Something light and warm will be better for you."
Jan Di's cheeks flushed slightly at his straightforward comment, though she wasn't entirely surprised. She had grown used to his uncanny ability to notice even the smallest details about her well-being.
Before she could respond, David picked up the spoon and dipped it into the steaming soup. He lifted it, blowing gently to cool it before holding it near her lips. "Drink it while it's warm," he said softly, his honey-brown eyes meeting hers.
Jan Di hesitated, glancing around briefly to see if anyone was watching, though she knew that in a room full of curious onlookers, it was impossible for this moment to go unnoticed. Despite her initial embarrassment, she could see the genuine care in David's expression, and it softened her resistance.
Reluctantly, she leaned forward, taking the spoonful of soup. The warmth of the broth spread through her, comforting and soothing in a way that made her realize just how much she had needed it.
"Good?" David asked, his voice quieter now, almost as if he wanted the moment to belong to just the two of them.
She nodded, swallowing before replying softly, "It's good. Thank you."
David's lips curved into a small smile as he scooped another spoonful, repeating the gesture without hesitation. As he continued, the chatter around them seemed to fade, the intimate exchange between them drawing glances from nearby tables.
At one table, Yi Jung leaned slightly toward Woo Bin, his smirk barely concealed. "He's practically feeding her now," he murmured, his tone a mix of amusement and admiration.
Woo Bin chuckled, shaking his head. "And she's letting him," he replied, lifting his glass. "That's the real surprise."
Meanwhile, Jan Di caught the faint whispers and subtle stares from the surrounding tables, and her face warmed even more. She straightened slightly, trying to regain her composure. "I can feed myself, you know," she said, her voice tinged with both gratitude and a hint of exasperation.
David, unbothered, leaned back slightly, setting the spoon down with a satisfied expression. "I know," he said smoothly. "But sometimes, it's nice to let someone take care of you."
Jan Di's heart fluttered at his words, and she quickly averted her gaze, focusing on the bowl of soup before her. The guests around them, meanwhile, exchanged knowing glances and murmurs, further adding to the growing buzz about the undeniable chemistry between the two.
Though Jan Di was flustered, deep down, she couldn't help but feel touched by David's attentiveness. Moments like this reminded her that, for all his confidence and commanding presence, he always found ways to show how much he cared.
Meanwhile, at a nearby table, Jun Pyo's frustration was palpable. Seated with the rest of the F4, he stared at his plate with a dark scowl, his grip on his fork tightening. As the scene between David and Jan Di played out across the room, his annoyance grew with every spoonful David fed her, the tender exchange grating on his nerves.
"Are you okay, Jun Pyo?" Yi Jung asked, though the smirk on his face made it clear he already knew the answer.
Jun Pyo didn't respond immediately. Instead, he stabbed at the food on his plate with an unnecessary amount of force, the sound of his fork scraping the porcelain drawing the attention of those seated nearby. The perfectly roasted chicken in front of him didn't stand a chance as he continued his merciless assault.
"What did that poor chicken ever do to you?" Woo Bin teased, leaning back in his chair as he sipped his wine.
"Shut up," Jun Pyo snapped, jabbing at the now-unrecognizable dish again. "I'm not in the mood."
Ji Hoo, ever the calm observer, looked up from his glass and glanced toward Jan Di and David's table. His gaze lingered on the pair for a moment before he returned his attention to Jun Pyo. "You're upset because of them," he stated matter-of-factly, not even bothering to phrase it as a question.
Jun Pyo's fork paused mid-stab, and he glared at Ji Hoo. "I'm not upset," he growled, though the tension in his voice betrayed him.
Woo Bin chuckled, exchanging a knowing look with Yi Jung. "Right," Woo Bin said, drawing out the word. "You're not upset. You're just… violently dissecting your dinner."
"Look," Yi Jung added with mock seriousness, gesturing toward Jun Pyo's plate. "If you keep stabbing like that, you're going to have to ask for another serving."
Jun Pyo's glare only deepened, and he shoved his plate away with a huff, crossing his arms. "It's not about him," he muttered defensively. "Or her. It's just... annoying."
"Annoying," Ji Hoo repeated, his tone as calm as ever. "Because he's doing something you never did?"
Jun Pyo stiffened, his jaw tightening. "That's not it," he insisted, though his voice lacked conviction.
Yi Jung leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he studied Jun Pyo with a bemused expression. "Face it, Jun Pyo," he said. "You don't hate what's happening over there—you hate that it's not you doing it."
"Enough!" Jun Pyo barked, pushing back his chair with a loud scrape. His sudden movement startled a few nearby guests, but he didn't care. Rising to his feet, he pointed his fork accusingly at his friends. "You're all unbearable," he muttered before stomping off toward the bar.
Woo Bin shook his head, laughing quietly. "He's in denial. Classic Jun Pyo."
Ji Hoo sighed softly, his gaze following Jun Pyo as he disappeared into the crowd. "He'll figure it out eventually," he said, though his tone carried a hint of doubt.
Yi Jung smirked, raising his glass. "Until then, let's just enjoy the show."
The trio clinked their glasses together, amused by their friend's antics, even as Jun Pyo brooded somewhere in the distance.
David's lips curved into a soft smile as he reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone. "Would you like to talk to Grandma?" he asked, his tone gentle yet teasing.
Jan Di glanced at him and shook her head lightly. "Not now," she replied, her voice warm but firm. "Besides, it's getting late, and tomorrow you have a long flight." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she added, "And you keep feeding me instead of feeding yourself."
David chuckled at her remark, setting his phone aside. But before he could respond, Jan Di surprised him by picking up the spoonful of chicken soup he'd set down earlier. She carefully dipped it into the bowl, then raised it toward his lips.
"Here, drink it," she offered, her gaze steady as she held the spoon in front of him.
David's honey-brown eyes softened, the faintest glimmer of amusement dancing within them. Without breaking eye contact, he reached out and gently caught her wrist midair, stopping her movement. His touch was firm yet careful, his fingers resting lightly against her skin.
"Stop over-raising your arm," he said softly, his voice laced with both care and a subtle reprimand.
Jan Di froze for a moment, caught off guard by the intimate gesture and the concern in his tone. Her lips parted as if to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she watched as David leaned forward, lowering her hand slightly while still holding her wrist. He sipped from the spoon she was offering, his gaze never leaving hers.
As he released her wrist, the corners of his lips quirked into a smirk. "Happy now?" he asked, setting the spoon back in the bowl.
Jan Di blinked, feeling a faint warmth spread across her cheeks. She looked away, busying herself with straightening the napkin on her lap. "You're impossible," she muttered, though there was no real annoyance in her tone.
David leaned back slightly, his smirk deepening. "And yet, here we are," he teased, reaching for his glass of water. "Still feeding each other like we've forgotten there's an entire room watching us."
Jan Di glanced around the grand hall, noticing the occasional curious glance directed their way. Her blush deepened, and she quickly looked down at her plate. "Well, maybe you should stop drawing so much attention," she quipped, though her lips twitched with the beginnings of a smile.
David laughed quietly, the rich sound drawing yet another wave of glances from the nearby tables. "You're the one who offered me soup," he pointed out, his voice low but teasing.
Jan Di sighed, shaking her head. "Just eat your own food," she said, though the warmth in her tone betrayed her affection.
David complied, though not without one last lingering glance at her, his expression softening. The playful exchange had left a ripple of warmth between them, unnoticed by no one but deeply felt by them both.
Gu Jun Pyo stood in the shadowed corner of the grand hall, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his expression dark and brooding. The cheerful hum of laughter and clinking glasses filled the room, but it only fueled the frustration simmering within him.
His gaze flicked toward Jan Di and David's table. The way David leaned close to her, the way she smiled softly at something he said—it gnawed at Jun Pyo like an itch he couldn't scratch. He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he tried—and failed—to ignore the scene.
Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Jun Pyo turned and swung his fist into the decorated wall behind him. The ornate floral arrangements shook slightly, but the noise was muffled enough that no one in the bustling hall noticed. He leaned against the wall, pressing his forehead against the cool surface as his mind raced bitterly.
Why does he care so much about her? he thought, his teeth gritting at the memory of David's soft gestures, his attentive gaze. It's like nothing else in the world matters when he's with her. Why can't I do that?
His scowl deepened as his inner turmoil intensified. And why can't I control this jealousy?
He let out a frustrated sigh, his fists loosening but his heart still heavy. I have a fiancée, he reminded himself, the thought sharp and accusing. Jae Kyung is just a few meters away, laughing and enjoying her friend's party. And yet here I am, in the corner, fuming over a girl who abandoned me seven years ago.
The weight of his conflicted emotions settled over him like a storm cloud. He glanced toward Jan Di again, catching a glimpse of her as she subtly adjusted the shawl David had draped over her shoulders. The gesture was small, insignificant to anyone else, but to Jun Pyo, it felt like a dagger.
She left, he reminded himself bitterly. She walked away, and now she's laughing with someone else while I—
He stopped the thought before it could finish, straightening and running a hand through his hair. The knot of jealousy and regret twisted tighter in his chest, but he forced himself to step away from the wall.
Get a grip, Jun Pyo, he told himself harshly. You've moved on. She's just... she's just a part of your past.
But even as he tried to convince himself, the bitterness remained, unshakable.
As the evening wore on, the hum of conversation and laughter reached its peak, guests fully immersed in the festivities. Amidst the lively atmosphere, the announcer made his way to David's table, crouching slightly to speak directly to him in a hushed tone.
"Sir, shall we roll the cake inside," he asked discreetly, "or do you prefer dancing first?"
David glanced briefly at Jan Di, who was engaged in a lighthearted conversation with one of the nearby guests. A small smile tugged at his lips as he turned back to the announcer. "Bring the cake inside," he said simply, his tone low and decisive.
The announcer gave a quick nod before slipping away, and within minutes, the lights dimmed slightly, drawing the crowd's attention to the far end of the ballroom. A soft, celebratory tune began playing as the double doors opened to reveal an extraordinary sight.
Ten carts rolled into the hall in unison, carrying a masterpiece that left the guests momentarily stunned. At the center was a grand cake, a true work of art. Its smooth, pristine white icing glowed under the golden chandeliers, serving as the perfect canvas for the intricate edible design. Perched gracefully on the edge of the cake was an edible figure of a girl, her hair styled in an elaborate braid cascading down her back. She wore a breathtaking layered red gown crafted entirely from delicate sugar petals, which flowed down the side of the cake like a waterfall of roses.
The bold red of the gown created a striking contrast against the white cake, making the figure stand out as the centerpiece. At the top of the cake, an elegant golden topper read Happy Birthday, adding a celebratory yet classy touch. Around the main cake, subtle floral details in edible red and gold completed the romantic and sophisticated look.
On the surrounding carts were smaller side cakes in an array of flavors—chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, red velvet, lemon, and more—ensuring there was something for every guest to enjoy. Each side cake was adorned with minimalist designs and delicate floral accents, complementing the grandeur of the centerpiece.
As the cakes were rolled closer to Jan Di, the guests erupted into applause, their amazement and admiration filling the hall. The announcer stepped forward, his voice carrying over the applause. "Alright, birthday girl, the cake is here!" he exclaimed with a broad grin.
Jan Di's eyes widened as she took in the towering cake and its exquisite details. Her hand instinctively flew to her mouth, her surprise evident. She turned to David, her expression a mixture of awe and disbelief. "Did you—" she began, but her words faltered as she saw the satisfied smirk on his face.
"Do you like it?" David asked, his voice low and steady, though his eyes held a flicker of anticipation.
Jan Di nodded slowly, her voice barely a whisper. "It's... beautiful. I've never seen anything like it."
The crowd's cheers grew louder as the servers arranged the cakes perfectly, and the announcer stepped aside to let Jan Di have her moment. As she stood and approached the grand cake, the warm glow of the candles lit atop the smaller tiers reflected the joy in her eyes.
"Make a wish, Jan Di," David said softly, his voice just for her.
Jan Di glanced at him, her heart swelling with gratitude and something deeper she couldn't quite name. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to absorb the magic of the evening before leaning forward to blow out the candles, sealing the moment with a quiet wish in her heart.
The hall filled with applause once again as the candles were extinguished, and Jan Di turned back to the crowd, her smile radiant. The magic of the evening was undeniable, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.
As the applause settled, Jan Di turned to the crowd, her gaze landing on her F4 friends. Smiling brightly, she waved them toward the stage. "Come on, all of you!" she called out warmly.
Gu Jun Pyo didn't need to be asked twice. He was the first to rush up, his strides confident, though his face betrayed a mix of excitement and lingering tension. Woo Bin, Yi Jung, and Ji Hoo followed with more composure, exchanging amused glances as they joined her near the grand cake.
David stood behind Jan Di as the attention shifted to the towering masterpiece in front of them. His hand found hers, his fingers intertwining as he gently guided her to hold the cake knife together. Leaning in, he pressed his cheek lightly against hers, the intimate gesture earning a wave of hushed murmurs and knowing smiles from the guests.
"Let's count," David said softly, his voice warm and encouraging. Together, they began the countdown, their voices joined by the crowd. "Three… two… one…"
As the knife cut into the cake, a cascade of rose petals rained down from above, their delicate fragrance filling the air. Outside the hall, a series of fireworks lit up the night sky, the vibrant bursts of color visible through the grand windows, adding to the magic of the moment. The room erupted in cheers and applause as Jan Di and David finished the first cut.
Once the slice was ready, David took the knife from her hand, his movements smooth and deliberate. Cutting a small piece of the cake, he held it to her lips, his eyes never leaving hers. "Open," he said softly, his tone teasing yet affectionate.
Jan Di hesitated for a moment before allowing him to feed her. The sweetness of the cake melted on her tongue, but the warmth in David's gaze was what truly flustered her. In return, she picked up the knife, cutting a small piece for him. As she raised it to his lips, David caught her wrist with his hand, steadying her with a faint smirk. He leaned forward, taking the bite slowly, his honey-brown eyes holding hers as though no one else in the room existed.
Before she could pull her hand away, David leaned in and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to her lips. The tenderness of the moment caught her off guard, her cheeks flushing as she nearly objected. But the warmth of his gesture melted her resistance, and she quickly looked away, embarrassed by the whistles and applause coming from the crowd.
Regaining her composure, Jan Di turned to the F4. Smiling brightly, she cut another piece of cake and approached Jae Kyung, feeding her first. "Thank you for everything," she said warmly, and Jae Kyung beamed, leaning in to hug her tightly.
Next was Eun-gi, who laughed lightly as she accepted her bite of cake. "You look amazing tonight, Jan Di," she said. "This whole night is incredible."
Then came Gu Jun Pyo's turn. As Jan Di raised the piece of cake to his lips, he reached out and took her wrist, mimicking David's earlier gesture. His grip was firm, and his gaze held a mix of longing and determination as he accepted the bite. Woo Bin and Yi Jung, standing just behind him, exchanged amused smirks, clearly enjoying the scene.
"Trying to be like the boss?" Woo Bin muttered under his breath to Yi Jung, who chuckled softly.
"Classic Jun Pyo," Yi Jung replied, shaking his head.
Once Gu Jun Pyo stepped aside, Woo Bin and Yi Jung approached together. Each hugged Jan Di warmly before accepting their slices of cake. "You've outdone yourself tonight, Jan Di," Woo Bin said, grinning. "It's good to see you happy."
Yi Jung nodded in agreement. "Here's to many more birthdays like this one," he added with a soft smile.
Ji Hoo was the last. He approached her with his usual quiet grace, his expression calm but warm. Pulling her into a gentle embrace, he whispered, "Happy birthday, Wondergirl." His voice was soft, laced with affection and a hint of nostalgia.
When he pulled back, Jan Di smiled at him, offering him his piece of cake. Ji Hoo accepted it without hesitation, his gaze holding hers briefly before he stepped back.
The F4 gathered around her, their voices blending as they said in unison, "Happy birthday, Wondergirl."
One by one, they handed her their gifts, each box carefully wrapped and tied with elegant ribbons. The servants quickly stepped forward to collect the presents, carrying them off to a designated area for safekeeping.
Jan Di looked at the group surrounding her, her heart swelling with gratitude and joy. She had never imagined a night like this—filled with laughter, love, and the people who mattered most.
As the servants busied themselves cutting the cake and serving it to the guests on elegant disposable plates, the gentle hum of music began to fill the room, shifting the atmosphere to one of intimacy and romance. The lights dimmed, leaving a soft golden glow from the candles scattered across the tables and the twinkling chandeliers overhead. A single, bright spotlight illuminated the center of the ballroom, inviting everyone's attention.
David turned to Jan Di, his hand extended and his expression warm, filled with tenderness that made her heart flutter. "May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice low and carrying a hint of something deeper.
Jan Di hesitated for just a moment, her cheeks warming under his gaze, but she couldn't suppress the small smile that curved her lips. "Of course," she whispered, slipping her hand into his without hesitation.
The soft, familiar melody of All of Me began to play, its heartfelt piano notes weaving through the room. The guests fell silent, their attention captivated as David led Jan Di to the center of the dance floor. The world around them seemed to blur, fading into the background as they moved together beneath the glow of the spotlight.
David placed one hand gently on the small of her back, his fingers brushing the silky fabric of her gown, while his other hand held hers securely. Their movements were slow and unhurried, perfectly in sync as the lyrics began.
"What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out."
The words floated through the air, carrying an emotional weight that seemed meant just for them. Jan Di's eyes flickered up to meet his, her heart racing at the intensity of his gaze. The softness in his expression, the way he looked at her like she was the only person in the world, made her feel as if time itself had stopped.
"You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down.
What's going on in that beautiful mind?
I'm on your magical mystery ride."
As they swayed, David reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face and tucking it gently behind her ear. His fingers lingered for a moment, and Jan Di felt her breath hitch, the intimacy of the gesture making her pulse quicken. The warmth of his touch, the way his eyes softened as he looked at her—it was as if every unspoken word between them was being said in that moment.
"And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be all right.
My head's under water, but I'm breathing fine.
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind."
Jan Di rested her head lightly against his chest, closing her eyes as they moved in perfect harmony. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear was soothing, grounding her in the midst of the overwhelming emotions swirling in her chest.
"'Cause all of me loves all of you."
The chorus swelled, filling the hall with its heartfelt resonance. David leaned down slightly, his lips close to her ear as he whispered, "Happy Birthday, Jan Di."
Her head lifted, her eyes meeting his. They were shining with unspoken emotions, glistening under the warm light. Her lips curved into a radiant smile, one that seemed to light up the entire room. She didn't need to say anything—her expression, the way she swayed so naturally in his arms, conveyed everything she felt in that moment. Gratitude, affection, and something deeper.
As the song continued, the guests watched in hushed admiration. Some exchanged glances, moved by the intimacy of the moment, while others sighed wistfully. The dance was more than just a performance—it was a glimpse into something profound and rare.
David's hold on her tightened ever so slightly, as if anchoring her to him in this fleeting moment. Jan Di's hand lingered on his shoulder, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his. Every note of the music, every flicker of light, every breath they took seemed to weave together to create a memory that would stay with her forever.
As the song drew to a close, David's gaze remained locked on hers. Slowly, as the final notes faded into the air, he lifted her hand and placed a soft, lingering kiss on her knuckles. The gesture was tender, reverent, and filled with a promise she could feel even without words.
The room erupted into applause, but for Jan Di and David, the world still felt small, as though it held only the two of them. For a single, breathtaking moment, nothing else mattered.
At the F4's table, the mood shifted as a nearby group of guests began gossiping in hushed tones, though their voices carried just enough for the curious ears of Woo Bin, Yi Jung, and Jun Pyo to catch. Their interest piqued when one guest murmured, "I nearly thought she wouldn't allow him this time. Last year, he forced her to dance, and this time she let him willingly."
Hearing this, the F4 exchanged intrigued glances. Woo Bin, ever the bold one, turned fully to face the gossiping group. "Wait a second," he interjected smoothly, a curious grin playing on his lips. "You're saying the boss forced her to dance last year? Why?"
The group of women glanced at each other, hesitating for a moment before one of them answered. "We're not entirely sure," she admitted. "But anyone could see it—she was angry with him that night. He didn't take no for an answer and practically dragged her to the dance floor. It was tense, uncomfortable."
Another woman chimed in, leaning closer to the F4's table. "But this time…" she said, trailing off as her gaze shifted toward the stage. "This time it was different. She accepted him without hesitation. The way they danced—it was smooth, natural, almost as if she… trusted him."
Woo Bin's eyebrows shot up as he turned to Yi Jung and Jun Pyo. "Interesting," he said, his tone light but laced with curiosity.
"Very," Yi Jung added, swirling the wine in his glass as he leaned back in his chair. His sharp eyes flicked toward the stage, where the final notes of All of Me were fading into the air. David and Jan Di had come to a gentle stop at the center of the ballroom, still wrapped in each other's presence.
Then, just as the crowd erupted into applause, David leaned in toward Jan Di. What followed left the room breathless—and left no doubt about their connection.
As the applause softened and the crowd's attention lingered on them, David leaned in, his movements slow and deliberate, as though he were giving her time to react. His gaze locked onto Jan Di's, and for a fleeting moment, she felt the world narrow to just the two of them. The room around them blurred, the lights dimmed further, and the soft glow of the chandeliers seemed to fade into the background.
When his lips brushed hers, it was hesitant at first—a gentle press, tentative and unassuming, as though he was silently asking for permission. David's hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. His other hand rested at her waist, firm but not demanding, grounding her in the moment.
Jan Di's breath hitched, her body tensing briefly as the reality of the kiss settled in. For a second, she considered pulling away, and he knew it—he could feel her hesitation. But even if she had, he wouldn't have let her go. Not now, not after everything they had shared leading up to this moment.
As she began to relax, her lips moved against his, her hesitancy melting into the connection. David tilted his head slightly, his lips capturing her lower lip in a gentle tug, eliciting a barely audible gasp from her. Her lips responded, taking his upper lip with a delicate slowness that spoke of uncertainty, but also of surrender.
The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from tentative to serious. David's hand slid further along her waist, pulling her closer as if to erase the space between them. His thumb continued its tender stroke along her cheek, while his lips moved with increasing intent, leading her into the rhythm he set.
Jan Di, despite the whirlwind of emotions in her chest, found herself yielding to the moment. Her hands moved hesitantly to his chest, the tips of her fingers grazing the fabric of his blazer as though anchoring herself to reality. She felt his heartbeat beneath her palms, steady yet quickened, mirroring her own.
When his lips pressed more firmly against hers, the kiss deepened further, the passion simmering between them breaking free. His lips sought hers with a hunger that wasn't overbearing but filled with a certainty that left no room for doubt. He took her lower lip again, this time lingering, coaxing her into the moment, and she responded, her lips trembling but following his lead.
It was no longer hesitant now—it was serious, consuming. The hand at her waist tightened slightly, pulling her flush against him. The murmurs of the crowd faded into nothingness, and the only thing she could hear was the sound of their breathing, mingling in the space between them.
David pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her eyes, his gaze searching hers as if to confirm she was still with him. Her lips were parted, her breath uneven, her cheeks flushed, and in her wide eyes was a mixture of surprise and something deeper she couldn't yet name.
The world seemed to hold its breath, and then, as if unable to resist, he leaned in again, capturing her lips once more, this time with an intensity that left no room for hesitation.
As the kiss deepened, Jan Di felt her breath quicken, her chest rising and falling as she tried to keep up with the intensity of it. David's lips moved with purpose now, capturing her in a moment that was both overwhelming and magnetic. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, signaling her need to pull back, to catch her breath—but he wouldn't allow it.
His hand at her waist tightened, drawing her closer, as though to silently tell her, I'm not letting go. The hand cradling her cheek shifted slightly, his thumb tracing soothing circles on her skin, anchoring her to him despite her hesitance.
When she tried once more to break the kiss, he tilted his head, following her movements effortlessly, his lips never leaving hers. And then his tongue brushed against her lips—soft at first, a teasing invitation that sent a spark through her. Her breath hitched, and before she could think, he deepened the kiss further.
His tongue glided against hers, gentle but insistent, coaxing her into the rhythm he had set. Jan Di gasped softly into his mouth, her fingers clutching the fabric of his blazer now, torn between pulling him closer and breaking free.
The room around them disappeared entirely as the kiss became a language of its own. David's hold on her was firm yet tender, his every movement speaking of longing, devotion, and an unyielding determination to make this moment unforgettable.
Jan Di felt her resistance melt away as her body betrayed her, responding instinctively to his. Her lips parted slightly, allowing him in, and the brush of his tongue against hers sent a warmth cascading through her chest, leaving her breathless in a way she couldn't explain.
Finally, when the need for air became undeniable, David pulled back just enough to let her catch her breath, his forehead resting lightly against hers. Both of them were breathing heavily now, their faces close, their gazes locked. His honey-brown eyes searched hers, and the faintest smile tugged at his lips, satisfied but still brimming with tenderness.
"You're not allowed to pull away from me, Jan Di," he murmured, his voice low and filled with emotion.
She looked at him, her cheeks flushed and her breath uneven, her heart pounding in her chest. Her voice came out barely above a whisper. "You're impossible."
His lips curved into a smirk, and his thumb brushed across her cheek again. "And yet, here you are," he replied softly.
The crowd around them erupted into cheers and whistles, finally breaking through the bubble of intimacy. Jan Di blinked, startled back to reality, and quickly turned her face away, her cheeks burning as she realized just how many people had witnessed the exchange.
David, however, stood confidently beside her, completely unfazed, his arm still around her waist as if to stake his claim.
"Wow," Yi Jung muttered, his eyes widening slightly as he watched the scene unfold. He let out a low whistle, his tone playful but impressed. "That is one hell of a kiss."
Woo Bin leaned forward with a smirk, resting his chin on his hand. "No kidding," he added, his gaze flickering between the couple and the reactions of the stunned crowd. "It's like he's staking his claim in front of everyone."
Jun Pyo, however, remained silent. His jaw tightened visibly, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the table. His gaze bore into the couple on the stage, his annoyance and jealousy written all over his face. But he said nothing, choosing instead to pour himself another glass of wine, his movements sharp and deliberate.
Ji Hoo, watching silently from his seat, finally spoke, his voice calm and measured. "It's clear she's letting her guard down around him," he said, his gaze thoughtful. "Maybe… she's beginning to accept him."
The others exchanged glances, unsure what to make of Ji Hoo's quiet observation. But one thing was clear—their once clumsy, stubborn Jan Di had come a long way, and tonight, she seemed to be at the heart of a story no one could ignore.
Just as the cheers and applause from the crowd began to swell, David, without a word, moved closer to Jan Di. Before she could process what was happening, his arms wrapped securely around her, one beneath her knees and the other cradling her back. With an effortless grace that left the guests stunned, he lifted her into his arms, holding her as though she weighed nothing.
"David!" Jan Di gasped, her hands instinctively clutching the lapels of his blazer as her cheeks flushed crimson. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with both surprise and a flicker of protest. "What are you doing?"
David's honey-brown eyes sparkled with a mix of playfulness and resolve as he leaned slightly closer, his voice low and teasing. "Taking my queen where she belongs," he replied smoothly, his tone sending shivers through her.
The hall erupted into even louder cheers, whistles, and murmurs as the crowd watched in awe and delight. Above them, another cascade of rose petals rained down, their soft fragrance filling the air and adding a dreamlike quality to the moment. The delicate petals floated around them, catching in the light of the chandeliers as though the scene had been plucked straight from a fairytale.
Jan Di's heart pounded, torn between the undeniable romance of the gesture and the overwhelming embarrassment of being the center of attention. "David," she whispered, her voice shaky but quieter now. "You're causing a scene."
"That's the point," he said with a small smirk, his gaze warm and unyielding. "Let them see."
As the petals continued to fall, David began walking steadily toward the doors of the grand hall, his steps measured and confident. The guests parted instinctively to make way, some applauding, others taking pictures, or whispering excitedly among themselves. It was a sight none of them would forget—David Andrews, the enigmatic boss, carrying Jan Di like a princess, both of them framed in the soft rain of petals.
Jan Di, flustered and unable to argue further, relaxed slightly in his arms. Her head tilted down for a moment, her hair brushing against his chest as she tried to avoid the curious gazes. But deep inside, she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her—the undeniable feeling of being cherished and protected.
As they reached the grand double doors, David paused briefly, glancing down at her with a mischievous smile. "Relax, sweetheart," he said softly, his voice carrying only for her. "The night's far from over."
With that, he pushed the doors open with his shoulder, carrying her out into the night as the petals continued to swirl around them, leaving the guests inside buzzing with excitement and envy at the storybook moment they had just witnessed.