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It’s never ending. Yeji thought to herself as she went through the piles of delivery packaging that she received earlier the day. She was not one to go through her packages right away, but for some reason, something in her package piles calls for her. Although now, she’s starting to regret her decision as two hours have passed and she still didn’t find something that will intrigued her enough for her to talk about.     She knew she had multiple videos that she needed to film before the deadline, yet she ignored her obligations and acted like she didn't have any.     Yeji likes her job, she likes filming herself reviewing products and trying out something new, uploading it for the whole world to see. Editing her own videos is also a pleasure, but of course, she’s only human. And being human means there are times where she’s too lazy to do anything.     At the end, she ended up by sorting through half of the new cosmetics she needed to review, doing brief reviews on her Instagram story for some products that she’s excited about.     After a few more hours of organizing her packages, a box caught her eyes. It is not the first time she received a package from said company, she reviews, loves, and even wears said product from time to time regardless who owned it. Yet, something about the new package box feels unsettling.     Privé. The box reads. There is no difference from the previous boxes she received in the past, except for the card that was glued on the corner of said box. With shaky hands, Yeji reaches out to take the box, mindlessly taking the card to read what’s written. The messy penmanship in the card is too familiar in her eyes.       Dear, Yeji Lee. Thank you for always loving our product and giving us a spectacular review. We are proud to inform you that you are invited to our new collection launch party. We expect to see you at the address written down below.   With gratitude, B.B.H     parted after she finished reading the content of the card, feeling as if her breath had been taken away from her. She couldn’t believe her own eyes, it is not because this is her first time to be invited to a launch event, it is because she knows very well who wrote the card, she had dreams of the man himself. Yeji could feel a little clench in her heart at the realization that he personally wrote the invitation card, personally wrote her full name, and not her Youtube user.     She knows the abbreviation of the invitor. Byun Baekhyun. The man of her past, the man who never stops coming to her dreams even after decades. But why now? Why, when she has gathered herself together and slowly forgetting about him? Of course, it is something that Yeji should expect when she signed up to be someone who reviews any product. Yet, she never once expected to be directly invited by him.     By her ex-boyfriend that she last saw ten years ago.     With her thoughts running in different directions after reading the invitation card, she knew that she couldn’t organize the packages more. Leading her to call her best friend.     It was a miracle that Sehun answered right after the first beep.     “Did you get the invitation?” Yeji asked right away, not wanting to be specified in what invitation, biting her own lower lip in nervousness.     “Yeah, I did. You want to come?” Sehun answered—knowing right away which invitation she refers to—, his tone skeptic, as if he was afraid to say something wrong and it is so out of character for him.     “Of course, I will. After all, it’s my job to be there.” She sighs, her eyes focusing on the invitation card.     Her mind vividly remembering how she used to receive love letters with the same exact lazy penmanship, she knows she still has the love letters hidden inside a box that she placed on her closet.     “You know me and Seulgi will be there, and the rest of our friends. Don’t worry too much about it, alright?”     Yeji mumbled out a yeah, briefly telling Sehun she has to go and edit her newest video. With a take care, and see you soon from Sehun, the phone call ended. Leaving Yeji in her own thoughts.     Out of all her influencer friends, only S