Yoona was standing outside Jinhyun's apartment complex. She was staring at it with disdain. It was the lovenest of her dear oppa and that skank. The thought of it made Yoona's blood boil but she could not afford to be rash. She was only there to observe. The red lady would pay slowly, but surely.
Quietly taking out the phone, she dialed a number. Sekjong's voice came from the other end.
"Hey Jinhyun!" he greeted. "I'm at the studio. Are you coming to the set now?"
"Oh!" Yoona gasped. "This is Mr. Jinhyun's phone?"
"Who is this?" Sekjong frowned.
"This is Yoona, Mr. Sekjong," she said. "I found this phone on the ground and dialed the last number to check whose it is. It belongs to Mr. Jinhyun?"
"Yes!" Sekjong replied at once. "Ugh that kid can be so careless at times. Where are you?"
