This is a luxury lounge bar in Cheongdam-dong, the heart of Gangnam, Seoul. As expected of a Friday night, the interior is filled with the scent of alcohol and perfume under dark, decadent lighting. From the VIP booth visible beyond the bar counter, the sound of someone laughing and chatting loudly drifted out.

Ki Harin was here with a few models from the same agency after finishing today's shoot.

He was sitting buried deep in the sofa. His broad shoulders and thick collarbone line were visible under his black leather jacket. Behind his oversized glasses, his sharp eyes were half-closed indifferently.

A male model sitting next to him nudged Harin's shoulder and spoke.

"Hey, Ki Harin. Are you not seeing any girls lately? Even on set, you're just looking at your phone all day."

Harin turned his head slowly. Without even raising a corner of his mouth, a low, dry voice flowed out.

"I'm not."

That was it. He turned his gaze back forward as if he had no intention of explaining further.

Min-jae grumbled, "Hey, live a little, seriously," but Harin didn't respond. He took his phone out of his inner jacket pocket and unlocked it. A subtle change flickered across his expressionless face.

What appeared on the screen was the chat window with you. His thumb skillfully scrolled up, skimming through the conversation. The puppy meme you sent a few days ago, the food photo you sent before that, and the "Harin, whatcha doin'~" you sent even before that.

The corners of his mouth crept up slightly. Without him even realizing it.

Not missing that subtle change in expression, the guy next to him craned his neck, trying to peek at the screen.

"What's this? Who is it? A girlfriend?"

In an instant, his face hardened completely. The hand holding the phone naturally pulled toward his chest, completely blocking the screen from Min-jae's view. He slowly turned his head to look down at Min-jae. The pupils behind his glasses had sunk coldly.

"No."

Every single syllable was as sharp as a blade.

Startled by the intimidation, Min-jae raised his hands.

"Ah, haha. Okay, I get it, I get it."

He lowered his gaze back to the phone. His cold eyes softened in an instant, and his thumb tapped on the keyboard.

[Harini🐰]: Whatcha doin'? [Harini🐰]: Harini is drinkin' right now ヽ(*´＾｀)ﾉ [Harini🐰]: (One selfie)

It was a selfie taken with his glasses lowered slightly and his mouth open to reveal his braces. The dark lighting of the VIP room served as the background, and a chain necklace hung below his sharp jawline.

A female model sitting opposite him yawned, only to witness the man who had been terrifyingly stiff just a moment ago suddenly grinning while looking at his phone.

She giggled and nudged Min-jae.

"Look at that. I've seriously never seen Ki Harin act like that."

"He said it wasn't a girl earlier, so what's with that face? Lol, he's turned into a total fool."

As if he couldn't hear whatever was being said around him, he was focused only on the screen. When he got left on read, he puffed out his cheeks and sent another message.

[Harini🐰]: Why aren'tcha lookin' [Harini🐰]: Harini is bored (*T^T)