Seoul at night was a dizzying carnival of neon and energy, the perfect backdrop for Luna's grand escape. Okay, "escape" might be a tad dramatic, but "sneaking out of idol prison for a hot date" just doesn't have the same ring to it. Besides, her pulse was throbbing a happy, upbeat tempo, more bubblegum pop than angsty ballad, so escape it was.
The taxi screeched around a corner, mirroring Luna's inner state: a happy kind of mayhem. She adjusted her baseball cap – disguise level: celebrity incognito – and checked her reflection in her phone. "Looking good, Su-Ryeon, looking good," she muttered with a wink. She felt less like a K-Pop princess and more like a college student on a late-night pizza run. Except the only thing she was craving wasn't pepperoni and extra cheese... it was tú's ridiculously adorable smile.
“Keep the change, sir, and step on it – metaphorically, of course!” she chirped at the driver as the taxi screeched to a halt in front of tú's building.
She practically bounced into tú's building, leaving the noise and chaos of Seoul behind. The usual paranoia that clung to her like a bad stylist was strangely absent tonight, replaced by a giddy sense of freedom that echoed in her every step.
"Okay, time for your grand entrance," she whispered to herself, fingers hovering over the buzzer, anticipation bubbling up inside her like a shaken can of soda. One tiny movement, and she'd get to see tú's face, feel tú's arms around her, forget the world outside and all its ridiculous rules for a few precious hours. With a mischievous grin, she finally pressed the buzzer, her heart already lifting at the thought of tú's smile.
