The hall was still echoing with applause as So Yong moved among the guests. Black dress, dark lipstick, and a sharp gaze. She stopped beside Jung, who leaned casually against a column, a glass of whiskey in hand.
— He did well. — So Yong commented, watching Jun-ho up on the stage, still under the spotlight.
Jung let out a short laugh.
— He kills with presence now. Must be feeling on top of the world.
His smile was genuine. But So Yong couldn't help but tease.
— Maybe he won't even have time to talk to you tonight.
— And he doesn't need to. Let him enjoy the moment.
So Yong pouted, and her husband laughed, pulling her by the waist.
— We can enjoy it too. Always. — he said.
Jun-ho lowered the mic and stepped down calmly. The audience erupted in polite applause, unsure if it was appropriate... until Thomas started clapping hard. The others followed.
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