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?? 「 When Kim Ri-an sets up a pretend romance with the Chun heiress, his heart-and hers-start to change. 」
? ┆ kim ri-an x fem!oc
? ┆ status : ongoi...
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huit , trouble in paradise
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AE-RA STROLLED DOWN THE PRISTINE halls of Jooshin Academy, her phone clutched in her hand as she re-read Ri-an's text: "I bought your favorite shortcake. Come find me." Her lips quirked into a small smile, and her steps quickened. She could already taste the sweetness on her tongue.
As she rounded a corner, she suddenly stopped in her tracks. Voices—low and tense—echoed from just around the bend. Curious, she edged closer, peeking cautiously to catch a glimpse of the speakers.
Chan-min and a group of male scholarship students huddled together, their expressions grave. Ae-ra's curiosity flared. Drama? Her heart quickened. I can't resist a good scoop. She leaned subtly against the wall, ears straining to catch their words.
"We need to deal with him at the Healing Forest," Chan-min hissed, his urgency cutting through the quiet hallway.
Ae-ra's brows shot up. 'Healing Forest? The school trip next week?'
"If we wait any longer, we're dead!" Chan-min's words were sharp, his frustration evident.
Ae-ra's stomach twisted, her mind racing. 'Are they talking about Kang Ha? What are they planning?'
Her heart sank further as Chan-min's tone grew darker. "We just have to kill his spirit," he spat. "Either we kick his face in or make him disappear. Like Kang In-han. No one would bat an eye if another lowlife vanished."
Ae-ra's breath hitched, her fingers tightening around her phone. Kang In-han? The name scratched at a faint memory, something Ri-an had mentioned once in passing. A cold knot formed in her chest as her thoughts spiraled. 'Who is Kang In-han? How did he die? Did he really deserve it?' Her throat tightened as one possibility reared its ugly head. Could Ri-an know something about this? Could he have—no. He wouldn't.
The thought made her stomach churn. Ri-an could be arrogant and calculating, but he wasn't a killer. Right?
Her phone buzzed in her hand, the vibration jolting her out of her thoughts. She glanced down: another message from Ri-an.
