The 8th floor of Madam Ha-eun's building still smelled faintly of paint and ambition. Sunlight spilled across gleaming floors, catching on sleek fixtures and big glass panes that stretched from wall to wall—Seoul's skyline at their feet. Joon-ho, Yura, and Harin stepped from the elevator and paused, breathing in the promise of new beginnings.
Harin was the first to break the hush, already pulling out her tablet and spinning in a slow circle. "Fuck, this is bigger than half the influencer offices I've seen in Gangnam. We could fit a dance studio, a shooting set, AND a shrine to Yura's skincare routine."
Joon-ho grinned, eyes flicking from the open-plan expanse to the private office nooks along the side. "If you're building a shrine, make sure it includes the sofa for my afternoon naps."
Yura, hand resting on the curve of her belly, smiled at them both, letting herself linger in the moment. "No napping. We're making history here. Or at least, trying to pay Madam Ha-eun's rent."
