Foreseen - beware of beforehand; predict. 

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Yuri's POV 

Where should I begin?

It must have started a long time ago, far before any of this. I never imagined that I would find myself caught in the throes of an unrequited love for my boss's lover. The pain is both agonizing and ironic. I laugh at the absurdity of my own situation. What could I possibly gain from harboring these secret feelings for Jessica? I'm committed to Yoona. She's the one who illuminated the darkness that clouded my life before. Without her, I might not even be where I am today. She's my guiding light.

But no, this isn't love. I've tried to shake off these feelings that have taken root within me, yet they've only grown stronger with time. Jessica likely doesn't even notice my existence, and she's already claimed by none other than the person I admire the most. Is it our fault to fall for someone unattainable? It's a helpless predicament, isn't it?

The thought terrifies me – that I might do something against Yoona, my savior. She's the one who pieced together my shattered life. Is this how I repay her? By going against her and Tyler for the sake of Jessica? I'd be a despicable person if that were the case. I find contentment and happiness in just seeing Jessica smile, but at the same time... it hurts. Imagining a world where I could be Jessica's lover – that's the epitome of implausibility. What a paradoxical, clichéd situation this is.

Honestly, I think I might have met Jessica first. You see, Jessica, Yoona, and I were all classmates at the same school. Jessica and I shared some classes, even though we weren't particularly close. To her, I was probably just a face in the crowd, someone she'd hardly notice. I often observed her from a distance, entering our shared classes with an effortless grace. She radiated an aura of beauty and poise that made me envious. She possessed a carefree energy that drew me in, though I wanted to chalk it up to simple admiration or infatuation. How I wish it were that simple.

I recall the day she finally acknowledged my existence. It wasn't under the best of circumstances, but it's etched in my memory nonetheless.

"I asked you to do my assignment, and you're telling me you forgot? What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I...I'm sorry. It's just that I had to run some errands -"

"And? You couldn't do it after that? I gave you a whole day to finish it. I'm not paying you for nothing, Kwon Yuri!"

I swallowed hard, willing myself to stand firm in front of him and his friends who were snickering behind him. I had to be strong, considering what they might have planned. I had heard him right, he was paying me for my work. My parents, especially my mother, didn't provide enough money for my college education, so I was willing to take on any job for the sake of earning money – even if I didn't particularly like the work. It was all for the sake of money.

"If you want... I-I can finish it now, so -"

"What's the point? The professor gave me a zero because of you. My parents won't be happy about it. Screw you and your parents. You can't even get your work done properly."

I looked down, biting my lip nervously. I was afraid that if I talked back, things would escalate and he might become physically aggressive.

"Look at me, you jerk!"

I gulped nervously, slowly raising my gaze to meet his intense stare. I closed my eyes tightly, preparing for the impact of his large hands aimed at my head when -

"Sooyeon?!"

"Stop calling me that, T. You can't address me like that."

I cautiously opened my eyes at the sound of the voice I had been admiring recently. "And you, Pete – do you really think this kind of behavior will make you look good to Tiff? If I were you, I'd think twice."

"B-but..."

"If I ever catch you treating this girl badly again, I won't hesitate to kick you where it hurts. Trust me, blue balls are no joke. Got it?"

I couldn't help but enjoy the sight of Pete's face turning pale as he was threatened by a girl. "I...fine. I'm sorry."

With one last glare at me, Pete stormed out of the room.

"Why are you both still standing here? This is the girls' restroom, FYI."

His friends quickly left, leaving me and her alone. The atmosphere grew awkward as I watched her fix her makeup in the mirror. Yet, I couldn't help but admire her profile. A smile crept onto my face, my stomach fluttering with nervous excitement. She had that effect on me, and I found it fascinating.

"Why are you smiling?"

My eyes widened, and I cleared my throat, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly. I fought the urge to look into her eyes. "T-thank you."

"Don't mention it. No girl and no one deserves to be treated like that by a guy."

An inner voice told me to look at her – I knew I'd regret it if I didn't. So, I did just that. My breath hitched as she stood in front of me, offering her sweetest smile. My heart raced, and I was entranced.

"I promise he won't do it again. I should get going now."

"Wait!"

My words came out jumbled – how could someone be so breathtakingly beautiful?

"Do you need anything?"

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I struggled to form coherent words. Why did I stop her from leaving?

"N-nothing."

She arched an eyebrow, her lips curving into a small smile. She probably thought I was a bit strange. I cursed myself inwardly.

"Okay, have a nice day."

As I watched her walk away, I could only imagine the way she smiled at me.

She truly was beautiful.

Since then, I've admired her from a distance. Even though I wish I had the confidence to express my feelings, I know deep down that it would likely end in rejection. After all, the news had circulated that she was biual and had a connection with a high school student named Yoona Lim.

What luck that Yoona has. 

I've come to terms with the situation. She won't feel the same way about me as I do about her, especially since she has Yoona – the woman she loves. It seems this is my fate after all.

She's aware of my feelings, although I never actually told her. Perhaps it was too evident, or maybe she's just adept at reading people. Regardless, I won't admit my feelings to her now.

However, it's painful to accept that she's merely using me as a means to an end – a way to get closer to Yoona. But I won't complain, as long as I get to spend time with her.

I'm just an ordinary person who felt a pull towards her that I knew could never be reciprocated. So, I've learned to love her from a distance.

"She doesn't know about it, Jessica. She's preoccupied with Jennie."

Jessica's POV

"That should have been me."

Her words pierced through me like a knife, and I clenched my teeth in frustration. As much as I hate to admit it, she's speaking the truth. The pain in my heart is unbearable, and I find myself asking why it has to hurt this much.

I close my eyes, attempting to shut out the pain that's consuming me. How can I make it stop? How can I move on from this?

It's a confusing mix of emotions. On one hand, I feel a pang of guilt for using Yuri as a way to get closer to Yoona.

I've known Yuri for a while now, although I've been so fixated on Yoona that I never really paid much attention. But there's something about the way Yuri acts around me that feels off, suspicious. I can't deny that there was a point when I accused her of being one of Yoona's past flings, looking back, it was incredibly embarrassing.

"Why are you laughing?! You think it's funny to walk into your house hugging some girl who isn't me, Lim?!"

This girl doesn't take me seriously, and it's frustrating. How can she act like this, especially when I have feelings for her?

"I can't even understand what you're saying, Jessica. Please, stop yelling. My eardrums can't handle it."

No, Yoong! We need to talk right now. Who the hell is she?!"

My anger surges as I lock eyes with the girl standing behind Yoona, looking like a frightened kitten. Smirking, I'm satisfied to see her intimidated.

"And quit glaring at Yuri as if you're planning her demise."

I shift my gaze to Yoona, giving her a fierce look. I can't believe she's not even phased by my glare. Why isn't she taking my side?

"What if I am? Would you take responsibility for that?!"

"Oh, come on, Jessica." I roll my eyes as Yoona rubs her temples. "You're jealous for no reason. I hugged her because she was upset, and I didn't know how else to comfort her."

My brows furrow. Hugging? Was that really necessary? She could've just given her tissues or something. It's frustrating.

"Also, your baseless accusations are getting tiring. Drop this jealousy act." My heart warms as Yoona pulls me closer, our bodies pressed together. "And you know I'm not into anyone, right?

And yet, that truth stings even more, knowing my feelings won't be reciprocated.

Back then, I was just... so infatuated with her. And maybe, deep down, I still am.

Yuri turned out to be a great ally when she and Yoona traveled to Europe for business. My gut feeling told me that trouble was brewing, and unfortunately, I was proven right. It's a lesson for everyone to trust their instincts. If it weren't for Yuri, I wouldn't have discovered Yoona's hidden actions. I was surprised at how forthcoming Yuri was with the truth. I had expected her to at least try to cover up for her beloved Yoona, but each time I asked, Yuri was brutally honest. And for that, I'm grateful.

Yoona is undeniably clever and not someone to be taken lightly. Since she's my partner, I feel entitled to know about her every move. Those three women back in Korea and the one she flirted with in Europe make my skin crawl. The thought of Yoona flirting with all those women, not me, disgusts me. I pat myself on the back for controlling the urge to take matters into my own hands. I know if I did that and Yoong found out, she'd give me a piece of her mind, and worse, she might leave me. No, that's not an option.

And then there's Jennie. I may have planted a spy, but it was Yuri who really helped me hire someone to keep tabs on Yoona. She filled me in on everything, every detail about Yoong's actions.

One night, when I returned home late, it was Yuri who I had been with. She assisted me in reclaiming Yoong's position in the company. It was a night of networking and persuasion to convince the stakeholders to allow her to remain as The President.

I continue to hold onto Yoong because I love her, and I firmly believe that despite all her actions, she won't genuinely love Jennie. Jennie is just a means for Yoona to satisfy her desires—there's no genuine affection there.

Ultimately, Yoong will return to me. I know this because I am her sanctuary, her true home.

"I'm here to take you home," Yuri's voice brings me back to reality.

I offer her a small smile. "Please do."

The car ride was filled with an unspoken heaviness, each of us lost in our own thoughts. It was as if our minds were too preoccupied to initiate a conversation. In the midst of my musings, my emotions overwhelmed me, and I found myself breaking down.

"Are you alright?" Yuri's concerned voice broke the silence.

I bit my lip, turning to face her as I hastily wiped away the tears that threatened to escape. "Y-yeah," I managed to stutter, my voice cracking under the weight of my feelings. "Don't mind me, it's just another day where I find myself missing her."

"I'm sure she'll be back soon, Jessica. Try not to let your worries consume you, or else they might take a toll on you."

"I know," I replied, my gratitude evident in my tone. "Thank you."

Yoong, when will you finally realize that all I've ever wanted is your love and undivided attention? Just you and me, that's all I yearn for.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of Seoul, the cat-eyed woman found herself growing increasingly frustrated and agitated as her wife's attention remained glued to her phone. The incessa