If looks could kill, then Park Chaeyoung was an assassin. 

He confesses, that she resonates of a sensual pleasure, barely covered in enough of the deep wine coloured taffeta to be considered moral. If there were a single camera in the grand arena, he’d surely be plastered on the front click of each and every news publication for even being linked to someone so sinfully scandalous. Her posture is straight, walking effortlessly like a dancer of her own, arm wrapped securely around his arm as she scans the venue. 

Park Chanyeol feels as though he’s being tortured, but tonight, he wasn’t the victim. 

“Thank you so much for agreeing to this, I promise there won’t be any cameras around and honestly, everyone here is too self indulgent to even care about who an idol is bringing as a plus one,” she whispers her gratitude like a secret reserved just for the two of them. 

“Don’t even mention it, I’m just glad I can be of help,” responds, eyes dropping from her lips onto her exposed collarbone, before briefly falling to the deep red covering her body, “… you look beautiful, by the way.”

He couldn’t help but notice how different she was from the Park Chaeyoung of his memory. She had a daring aura around her, hair up in an extravagant updo which allowed your eyes to go wild with imagination as they drew into her exposed neckline, the type that’ll leave you with conceding corruption. The Park Chaeyoung he remembered was timid, never wearing anything above knee length who’d always conceal her features with her thick mane of hair. No matter how much he thinks he knows her, he realises that he doesn’t know much at all.

But tonight, she’s not here at Park Chaeyoung.

She is a sinner in disguise and only here for a purpose — to scope the competition, gather some information that an opposing lawyer may have on her client. 

Park Chanyeol knows that his management would have a field day if they knew of his Friday night plans, to attend a gala function held by another agency without the other boys, but instead, with a nameless beauty around his arm but this wasn't something he wanted to do, but rather, something he had to do. He wonders whether he would’ve paid off the debt of all the pain he’d cause all those years ago and whether, starting from that moment, the pair could