Addicted to you-Chapter 43: Debut (2)

The moment he stepped into the ballroom, it was as if gravity shifted—subtle but undeniable. Every eye turned, drawn toward the man whose very presence disrupted the air.

Shin Keir didn't need to announce himself. He simply was, and that was enough.

His tailored black suit fit like a second skin, emphasizing his tall, sculpted frame. Platinum hair swept back in practiced elegance revealed sharp cheekbones and eyes devoid of warmth.

He wasn't smiling.

He wasn't even pretending to.

Unlike the guests who wore polite facades, Shin Keir moved through the glittering crowd like a wolf in silk—calm, calculated, and utterly unapproachable.

He didn't belong here. He didn't want to.

Yet here he was.

Some guests froze mid-conversation. Others instinctively stepped out of his path, as if he carried a scent of something too dangerous to challenge.

If Jj was charming and magnetic, Shin Keir was something else entirely—lethal grace wrapped in velvet and steel.

But he wasn't scanning the room for opportunities or alliances.

His gaze was locked—unmoving, unwavering—on one person.

Yeri.

A shiver snaked down her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Despite the warmth of the room, her skin turned cold.

Why was he here?

And more importantly—what did he plan to do?

Her poised smile cracked. Her heart thudded so hard she could feel it in her throat. Panic fluttered beneath her ribs. She wasn't the only one rattled—several guests were now glancing between her and Shin with undisguised interest.

In an instant, the spotlight intended for her was stolen.

Just when she thought the evening couldn't get any more overwhelming, two more striking figures stepped into view behind him—Tristan Felan, effortlessly elegant, and a third man she didn't recognize. Both blended in with polished ease, already engaging stunned guests in casual conversation.

Yeri's jaw clenched.

What is happening?

Was this her debut party or a covert summit of elites? Shin Keir, Tristan Felan, and a third powerful figure in the same room? This wasn't coincidence—it was a spectacle.

And Yeri was at the center of it.

The ground felt like molten lava beneath her heels. Was this revenge? Shin's payback for being ignored after their last explosive argument?

Even without media coverage, this party would ripple through social circles like wildfire. There was no containing the whispers now.

"Sorry I'm late," Jj murmured beside her, gently taking her hand.

She moved stiffly, still stunned. Her voice came out tight through gritted teeth. "Did you bring him here?"

Jj hesitated, guilt flashing in his eyes. "Not intentionally... I didn't have a choice."

Yeri shot him a look sharper than glass. "What does that mean?"

He scratched his head, avoiding her gaze. "He just... showed up at the university one day and said he wanted to talk. I didn't think he'd actually come here."

"You didn't think?" she hissed. "Jj, what are we supposed to tell Dad?"

Guests were circling Shin like moths to a flame. It was obvious—they wanted something. A deal, a connection, a chance to use this appearance for their own ends.

Jj leaned in and whispered, "You said he's your friend, but that's a lie. He told me you two are dating and had a fight. That it was serious."

Her smile twitched, almost collapsing under the pressure. Damn Shin Keir. Why did he have to tell Jj anything?

"I'll just tell Dad we're acquaintances," Jj added quickly.

Yeri scoffed. "Acquaintances? Jj, you're a college student. He's not just a businessman—he's practically royalty in our world. Do you think anyone will believe that?"

She glanced back at the other two men. "Who are they?"

"Stop pretending," Jj said flatly. "I know you know Tristan Felan. The other guy is Saeki Jie, CEO of SJ Entertainment."

Her eyes widened. "Wow. So you're that impressive now? Managed to befriend not one but three of the most unattainable men in the country?"

Jj gave her a tight smile. "Yeri Zhi, you're the one who dragged me into this mess. Don't tempt me to tell Dad everything."

She pouted and looked away, biting back a retort.

Meanwhile, Shin Keir had tried to maintain an aloof façade—like he'd only come along on a whim, just another guest accompanying Jj.

But the second he saw her, his plan unraveled.

He couldn't look away. She was radiant tonight—so beautiful it was impossible to deny it.

Tristan and Saeki had latched onto the opportunity, practically inviting themselves once they learned Shin intended to crash Yeri's debut. Jj, poor soul, had been powerless to stop them. Managing Shin alone was like navigating a minefield. Managing all three was a disaster.

Now, Jj looked like the most connected student in the country. A walking miracle of diplomacy. Or blackmail.

As the opening dance ended, Yeri found herself paired with her father. Klaus Zhi danced with stoic elegance, but she could feel the tension in his movements. He, too, had noticed Shin's presence—and he didn't like it.

Around them, guests watched in awe. Klaus Zhi, they now believed, must hold great power to attract such influential figures. Whispers of alliances, of secret wealth and influence, began to swirl.

But none of it was true. Father Zhi had no ties to Shin Keir.

Yeri sighed, guilt gnawing at her.

"Dad... thank you," she whispered. "You're always so busy, but you're here. That means everything."

He blinked and looked down at her, surprised. "Don't go turning this into a tearful drama, silly girl."

She giggled softly. As the music faded, signaling the end of their dance, he gently patted her hand. She stepped away, relieved the moment was over.

She needed a drink. A breath. Anything.

But she hadn't taken three steps from the dance floor when a hand appeared before her.

"May I?"

The voice was deep. Smooth. Familiar.

She froze.

Slowly, Yeri looked up—and found herself staring into Shin Keir's dark, unreadable eyes.

Her heart skipped. Her breath caught.

Without waiting for permission, he took her hand and slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her into position.

She stiffened at the contact. Warmth seared through the silk of her gown.

The crowd fell into stunned silence, broken only by whispers.

"Is it just me, or do they look... perfect together?"

"Shh! That's Shin Keir. You know how he is with women."

"Did Klaus Zhi buy his favor somehow?"

"There's no way. This must be something else."

Yeri's jaw clenched. She kept her smile glued in place, even as her fingernails dug into Shin's hand.

"What the hell are you doing?" she hissed.

"You look beautiful," he said flatly, like it was a fact, not a compliment.

She grit her teeth. "Are you messing with me? We broke up."

"Did I agree to that?" he replied, his voice low. "You walked away. Refused to hear me out. Do you think I deserved that?"

"You broke our agreement," she said sharply.

"Does it count when you said we broke up?" he asked, his lips twitching with the ghost of a smile.

She wanted to scream. To stomp on his foot. But she couldn't—not here, not now.

Seeing her flushed cheeks and frustrated expression, Shin's smirk deepened.

"Don't smile," she snapped under her breath. "People are watching."

"If I don't smile, they'll think I hate you," he murmured, eyes glinting with something unreadable. "If I do, they'll think we're in love. Your choice?"

"Just don't." Yeri cursed him silently.

This was her debut. Her night.

And somehow, it had become all about him.

Yet, a small part of her—a dangerous, reckless part—wasn't entirely angry.

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Shin Keir (POV)

He hadn't planned this.

Or rather, he had—but not like this.

When Shin first learned about Yeri's debut party, he'd told himself it was none of his business. She'd made that perfectly clear the day she ghosted him, shutting him out without a word. No calls. No texts. No explanations.

Fine. He was used to silence. He lived with it. Thrived in it.

But when Rig sent those photos, something within him felt unbalanced, his heart was in turmoil—Shin had known instantly he'd be there.

Even if he had to stand in the shadows and watch her from across the room like a fool, he would be there.

He told himself he'd be composed. Cold. Distant. Pretend she didn't affect him.

That resolve lasted all of two seconds.

The moment he saw her, the air left his lungs.

She wasn't just beautiful.

She was undeniable.

A presence that filled every crack in the room. The silk of her gown clung to curves he remembered too vividly. Her lips were painted in a soft, dangerous red. Her eyes—those delicate, knowing eyes—met his for the briefest moment and then looked away, like he didn't matter.

It infuriated him.

It also drew him in like gravity.

Shin clenched his jaw as he watched her move across the ballroom, her smile practiced, her laughter forced. He could tell. She was holding it together by a thread, pretending like his arrival hadn't sent her into a spiral.

Good, he thought. Let her squirm a little. Let her feel what he felt the moment she disappeared.

But when the first round of dances ended and she stepped away from her father, looking exhausted, vulnerable, human—his resolve cracked again.

His feet moved before he gave himself permission.

May I? he asked, and when she looked up at him—eyes wide, breath held—he didn't wait for her answer.

He took her hand.

Her skin was warm. Too warm.

The crowd melted away. They didn't matter. Not the murmurs, not the guests, not the endless eyes on them. All he saw was her.