Why am I even here? I feel stupid for coming to a club.

Lalice feels uncomfortable.

If only she isn’t a woman with an image to protect, she would have broken the man’s nose. The stranger would be singing Crooked in no time. However, she is a known trainee from YG entertainment. The self defense excuse won’t probably work. Don’t soil your image, they say, if you want a successful debut.

The man looks like a fine one. He is dressed up in a black formal suit like famous businessmen. He has a good looking face, but his behavior is of an . He continuously brags his land property and wealth. He tells her about how women like him. He persuades her into thinking that life with him is good. He says, “A beautiful lady like you and a handsome fine young man like me should be an item.”

Well, you.

Lalice forces herself to smile at him. She giggles whenever the strange man jokes, while cringing deep inside. She acts flattered when he compliments her. She appears amused when he shows her his expensive things. She acts befittingly.

“Lalice!” a deep voice calls.

She turns around in her seat and finds the former maknae of iKon, Junhoe. As he walks through the sea of dancing drunk people, she becomes flustered. Blood rushes to her cheeks, making them rosy pink. “What is he doing here?” she asks herself.

Junhoe reaches to her and wraps an