How did I end up here...?

It was an internal rhetorical question. She knew the answer, of course. Her father.

Her father, who had abandoned her and her mother and younger sister in Japan when she was five.

Her father, who re-entered her life during her first year in university with a proposal to help make all their struggles go away.

Her father, who changed her life’s path and forced her down the road of business management instead of chemistry like she had always wanted. Who made her agree to do as he said for her mother and little sister’s sake. Who gave her a position at his company nobody wanted, and told her to make it work.

To be fair, she did make it work. She headed up SnapShine’s Public Relations department, and did such a damn good job in Tokyo that she was moving on to oversee their segment in Seoul. Thank god she had had the sense to learn Korean over the years, too. Her father wouldn’t have cared if she could communicate or not. Make it work, or else those hospital bills will go unpaid again.

She hated him. But, as with everything that was tossed her way, Lenora Love perservered. She made it work. Just as she would make things work for this incoming client: Hyun Ryu, otherwise known as ZEN, the fallen playboy musical actor whose reputation was ruined after harrassing a young upcoming star, Echo Girl. He denied the allegations, but that didn’t save his career.

Lenora had done a bit of research on him: what he had been in, how his career started, his agency before they dropped him in light of the scandal, his strengths and weaknesses... it was an interesting read, to say the least.

She also looked into Echo Girl, as she was going to be a pain in the ass as they attempted to fix his reputation. She had a rabid set of teenage stans who were going to harrass her client. Did he deserve it? As far as they knew, yes. But whether he had done what Echo Girl had said or not -- Lenora had a sharp instinct telling her she wasn’t as innocent as she seemed, if only because young starlets rarely were -- didn’t matter.

If he was a client, then she would do everything she could to make sure he was brought back on top. And hopefully keep him from pulling stupid shit again, too.

The intercom on her desk buzzed and she hit the button for her secretary to speak.

“Yes?”

“Hyun Ryu to speak with you, Miss Love.”

“I hope the group wasn’t too harsh on you this birthday, Zen-san.”

“Ha… Y… Yeah…”

Oh boy, this was going to be interesting, just as Jack had initially suspected. He was no stranger to the weird hostility between Jumin and Zen, especially from his cousin’s side. A part of him wondered if he could keep it secret somehow… but immediately discarded the idea. They were both in the RFA and were in that chat app together—the last thing he needed was for it to randomly come up somehow.

“Shit...shit...fuck!” the demon-winged girl mutters to herself after hearing the voice chasing her this late at night in the city. Her yellow outfit became really torn from recent events before the chase, as well as her wings, making her unable to fly...well, more like she can’t do anything at all. Did I also mention she is limping?

“Where are you, Pika?” a sinister, but seductive deep voice speaks, echoing in the night. Pika’s yellow and black-tipped ears perk in alert as she tries to go faster, causing more pain in her legs.

As the afternoon slowly came to an end, Ophelia had found a comfortable spot underneath a tree to curl herself onto. A small blanket lay across her lap since the evenings had begun to chill; it wasn’t cold by any means, but the threat of lower temperatures was enough reason for her to find the warmth of wool to ease her normally tense demeanor.

Even though her location was next to the sidewalk, she had no issue with the noise - be it runners, bikers, or children running around - as earbuds were snug in their place, drowning any noise from the outside. A piano piece played,  Gaspard de la nuit by Maurice Ravel, while her fingers ghosted along the air mimicking every note that went through her head. This was a normal practice for her as she prepared for her performances. 

Perhaps it was her affinity to keep her eyes shut while she listened to music, or the volume of the music in her ears, or even perhaps her uncanny ability to disconnect from the world around her - but she was deaf and blind to the warning shouts and waves from a group of teenagers across the way and before she knew it...

bam.

          How long has it been since V last went to one of Zen’s performances? It certainly had to have been at least two years and for that the photographer felt bad. At times he tried to remind himself that it wasn’t his fault as he became rather busy and upset over what had happened, but that didn’t mean he’d stop thinking about it even if he did his best to justify his reasons. The rest of the RFA deserved better so the first chance he got he went to the theater to watch Zen.

          He had taken a seat in the far back and though he couldn’t even see the stage from this distance, with no help from his poor vision, he took comfort in the acting alone. His imagination was able to run wild with the voices and sound cues to try and piece together what was happening. V had no doubts that he was probably way off in what he thought was happening but he was content nonetheless especially since he could tell by acting alone that Zen was doing amazing and had come a long way in those past two years. It made him feel proud of the younger male for all that he accomplished in such a short amount of time and he had no doubts that he’d go far.

          Once it had ended V remained in his seat until the crowd of people had left to keep himself from getting trampled until it had become relatively quiet. Getting up from his seat he exited to head towards the main lobby to wait for Zen, and as soon as he saw that familiar long hair that the actor adorned a smile appeared on his face as he headed over to him with a bouquet of flowers just like old times to hand to him.

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