Hana entered the bathroom and showered, scrubbing every inch of her skin. If she was going to stand next to the Yuna, she needed to look good.
She shaved meticulously, brushed her teeth, washed her hair, and blow-dried it until it was silky straight.
Wrapping herself in a towel, she stepped out, grabbed her phone, and pulled up a YouTube tutorial. A video of Wonyoung's iconic makeup look played, and Hana stared intently at the screen.
Of course, she didn't have the expensive items required for such a glam look, but over the years, she'd "borrowed" a few things from Dara.
She rummaged through her worn-out makeup bag, pulling out whatever she had. Fortunately, Dara had once tossed out a pair of blue contact lenses because they were the wrong shade, and Hana quickly popped them in.
Staring at her reflection, she almost didn't recognize herself.
She followed the tutorial like a prayer. She drew on her eyebrows carefully, applied foundation, and covered her scar with so much concealer it disappeared completely. Using the lipstick she had swiped from Dara, she shaped her lips, added liquid eyeliner with trembling hands, and prayed she wouldn't mess it up.
For eyeshadow, she used an ancient palette her mom had thrown away.
When she was done, she slipped into the mini leather skirt and sparkling strapless top.
The only thing she didn't have was a pair of proper shoes. She settled for some old sandals that still looked presentable.
For the final touch, she picked up a small purse—a forgotten gift from her aunt years ago.
She stared at her reflection in awe.
Her phone buzzed, breaking the moment. An unknown number had texted: I'm at the back.
Feeling a surge of nerves, Hana peered outside and spotted Yuna standing there.
Yuna was dressed head to toe in black leather: leather pants, a large black coat, and a nude mesh top. Her lips were painted bold red, a cigarette perched between them, and black sunglasses balanced on her nose.
When Yuna looked up, her jaw visibly dropped. The cigarette fell to the grass as her mouth hung open.
Feeling shy, Hana tiptoed through the hallway, past her parents who were engrossed in Music Bank. Crawling behind the sofa, she bolted out the back door into the night.
Yuna stood frozen, staring at her.
"Holy shit!" Yuna whispered, clearly stunned.
Hana's face turned crimson. "I know I look weird. Should I change? I don't want to embarrass you," she said nervously.
Yuna stepped closer, circling her in a slow, deliberate 360-degree turn before letting out a low whistle.
"God damn, you are hot!" Yuna exclaimed, barely keeping her voice down.
Hana smiled awkwardly, but before she could reply, Yuna snatched her phone out of her hand.
"Hey! That's mine!" Hana protested.
Yuna raised an eyebrow at the sight of the old Samsung phone. Without a word, she pulled out her iPhone 16 and Galaxy S23 Ultra.
"You call this a phone?" Yuna teased, waving the ancient device. "Whatever you say, princess."
Hana frowned. "If you came here to mock me, I'll just go back inside to bed."
Yuna chuckled, shaking her head. "Not a chance, darling."
She typed something into Hana's phone, then called herself.
Hana watched, confused, as Yuna answered her own phone. "Hey, babe," Yuna drawled with a smirk.
Hana stammered, "Um… um…"
Yuna ended the call, handing the phone back. "There. That's my number."
With a wink, Yuna opened the door to her G-Wagon.
"Now get in."