Kang paced the kitchen, glancing nervously at Jiyeon, who was still meticulously adjusting garnishes on each plate like she was handling a high-stakes game of chess. Her movements were precise, her brow furrowed in concentration as if the fate of the world hinged on the symmetry of the kimchi garnish. Yura, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed, gave Kang a knowing look, silently communicating what they both knew needed to happen.
Jiyeon was in full Chef Mode the kind of mode that didn't allow for breaks, relaxation, or anything resembling human needs like sleep or food.
Kang whispered out of the side of his mouth to Yura, "We need to get her out of here. If she keeps going like this, she's going to collapse before the dinner even starts."
Yura nodded, her eyes never leaving Jiyeon. "She won't leave willingly. We'll have to drag her out."
