“hey, now, there’s no need to be so mean.” lyla remarks with a playful pout, the feigned offense a practiced performance, as if her feelings are actually hurt when it cannot be further from the truth, having taken much worse when she’s been placed under the harshness of public scrutiny for as long as she can remember, her skin thickened by years of criticism. “my stylists wouldn’t have sent me these if she didn’t think they’d go well with the promotion.” she points out, finding that the rather provocative fits match the essence of her leading character well, the costumes an extension of her role. “decent and proper is boring.”

her voice is saccharine sweet, yet what is being proposed is far less innocent. yoonsu’s eyes widen at her words, a visible display of surprise and shock, not expecting such boldness on display in his humble office, let alone when the sun is still up. swallowing nervously, he ignores the way his body reacts to the tantalising scenes depicted by her proposition. hands placed over his own lap as if to steady himself, in hopes to hold onto his composure. “that’s… hugely inappropriate, ms kim.” he reminds her, not wanting her to be blinded by impulses that come and go, a cautionary warning against rash decisions. “besides, it would be unfair to your fellow classmates.” but no one would think that if everyone stays oblivious, right? it would just be their little secret, just like she said.