We parted ways after finishing the ramen, a strange new number saved in my phone and a strange new flutter in my chest.
Back home, I collapsed into my room. My phone buzzed.
Senior: Update?
I typed back fast.
Me: It's in motion. Be patient.
The next day after college, I wasn't me anymore.
I was her—my alter ego, the sharp one.
I slipped into my black outfit.
A sleek leather jacket zipped just enough to hint at trouble, a black mesh crop top underneath, high-waisted pants hugging like they were stitched for a femme fatale. My boots—ankle-high, matte finish, knife-sharp heels. Eyes lined dark, lips glossed like obsidian.
Even my walk had an echo.
I met Ji-woo her dorm, flipping my hair with a smile.
"Wanna party with your fan tonight?" I asked coolly.
She raised a brow but grinned. "You're my fan?"
"Only tonight," I said with a wink.
She didn't say no.
We rode to Club Nebula, the hottest spot in the district—where lights pulsed like stars in sync with the beat, and every step inside felt like entering another galaxy.
The bass throbbed. Neon waves danced on the walls.
People swayed, shimmered, lost names and limits under strobe lights.
We headed straight to the bar.
Ji-woo ordered something colorful and ridiculous. I got a classic—on the rocks, barely touched it.
Because I wasn't just here to party.
I was on a mission.
And in this glittering galaxy of smoke, music, and laughter—I was the only one with eyes sharp and purpose steady.
The night blurred beautifully—bass still buzzing in our bones, glitter sticking to our skin like secrets. After hours of dancing and laughing under flashing lights, we finally stumbled out of Club Nebula, heels clicking against the pavement, hair wild with sweat and freedom.
The city air hit cool and crisp.
I stretched my arms over my head, deliberately dragging my words like honey,
"You know… that was so much fun."
Ji-woo laughed, her steps a little uneven.
I tilted my head, giving her a mischievous look.
"But don't you think…" I let my voice drop just enough, my eyes flicking toward the neon signs glowing in the distance. "It might've been even higher if we… you know…"
I didn't need to finish.
My fingers traced invisible sparkles in the air.
My smile? A little too sweet.
My tone? A little too dreamy.
Her eyes widened. She stopped mid-step. "Wait—do you want it?"
I shrugged with a slow smirk, playful but vague.
"Why not? I mean…" I spun slowly, as if chasing invisible stars. "Wouldn't it be prettier if things came in colors?"
Ji-woo burst into laughter, loud and sudden.
She didn't answer. Just smiled, unreadable.
But the look in her eyes told me everything.