The Hidden Truth and the Wedding Dress
Jiwoo's House – Secret Room
The dimly lit space was cluttered with shelves of documents. Jiwoo and Sanghyun compared files from the university archives to their late teacher's old journal.
Jiwoo (pointing at the journal): "This is the person described here."
Sanghyun: "According to this, they attended the same university as our teacher—close friends, it seems."
Jiwoo's jaw tightened. "What's this person doing now? Could they be connected to the teacher's death?"
Sanghyun was already typing furiously. The screen flashed with data.
Sanghyun: "Found him! Choi Minsuk—current director of the YI Charity Foundation. Interesting… He's hosting a gala soon. We're invited."
Jiwoo: "We're going. Anyone linked to our teacher is a lead."
Sanghyun gripped Jiwoo's shoulder. "We'll uncover the truth."
A doorbell shattered the silence.
Jiwoo: "Kansok's here."
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Living Room – Therapy Session
Kansok smiled warmly as Jiwoo let him in.
Kansok: "How have you been feeling lately?"
Jiwoo: "Better than before."
Kansok: "Good. Let's begin your second treatment phase."
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Next Day – University Gates
Yora and Haein exited the campus, exhausted.
Haein: "That lecture drained me."
Yora (grinning): "Because we stayed up binge-watching dramas instead of studying!"
At the gates, Yonu and Minhee waited.
Minhee (eyes sparkling): "Today's the wedding dress fitting!"
Haein: "Unnie, this is your moment—we'll find the most perfect one!"
Yora: "You'll be the most beautiful bride!"
Minhee teared up, hugging them. "Thank you for being here."
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Bridal Boutique
Minhee glowed in a sleek white gown.
Yora: "It highlights all your elegance!"
Yonu (kissing Minhee's forehead): "My bride."
After Minhee and Yonu left, Haein and Yora playfully tried on dresses.
Haein (holding up her phone): "Let's take pics!"
As she stepped back for a better angle, she stumbled—right into Sanghyun's arms.
Sanghyun (smirking): "Careful."
Haein froze, staring at his unfairly handsome face.
Then—Jiwoo entered. His eyes locked onto Yora in a lace dress. Her cheeks burned under his gaze.
Jiwoo (whispering in her ear): "You're stunning."
Yora (mumbling): "T-thanks."
Haein gaped at their chemistry. Sanghyun, meanwhile, couldn't look away from her.
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Bridal Salon – Men's Fitting Room
Jiwoo adjusted his tie with a frown.
Jiwoo: "What if I skip the tie?"
Sanghyun (smirking as he buttoned his cuffs): "It's not that formal. More importantly—was that the girl you made cry?"
Jiwoo (shaking his head): "I didn't make her cry."
Sanghyun: "You're smitten. Admit it."
Jiwoo chuckled. "Says the one who couldn't look away from her friend."
Sanghyun (grinning): "Can't blame me. She's adorable."
Jiwoo: "Love at first sight?"
Sanghyun: "Who knows?"
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Meanwhile – Women's Changing Area
Haein (whispering): "Yora, who is that guy? The way he looks at you—like you're the only person in the room."
Yora blushed. "That's… the one who drove me home last time."
Haein: "He's totally into you."
Yora bit her lip. "You think?"
Haein: "And his friend? Wow. When he caught me, he was so gentle."
Yora giggled. "Never thought you'd swoon over a guy."
Haein (smirking): "I need to know his name first."
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Ride Home
As Jiwoo dropped them off, Haein shamelessly flirted with Sanghyun while Yora fumbled with her seatbelt under Jiwoo's quiet gaze.
Jiwoo (leaning close): "Text me when you're home."
Yora's pulse spiked. "O-okay."
The boys waited until the girls were safely inside before driving off.
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Across Town – Yooheon's Flower Shop
Kansook entered, drawn to a vase of purple hyacinths.
Yooheon (in a soft pink dress, holding a book): "Welcome! How can I help?"
Kansook: "Purple hyacinths, please."
Yooheon: "They symbolize forgiveness. Are they for someone?"
Kansook: "Myself."
Yooheon's smile softened. "Sometimes forgiving ourselves is hardest."
She handed him the bouquet, their fingers brushing.
Yooheon: "I'm Yooheon, the owner. Come back anytime."
Kansook (lingering): "I will. Thank you."
A quiet understanding passed between them.
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That Night – Yora's Room
Exhausted, Yora slumped before her mirror—then gasped.
The reflection wasn't hers. Instead, it showed an opulent banquet hall where Jiwoo, in a black tux, spoke with a group of men.
Yora (reaching out): "Jiwoo? Where is this?"
The vision vanished as her fingers touched the glass.
Yora (determined): "The YI Charity Gala. I have to go."