Peninsula: Starting with Hijacking Yoona

89, no!

Bae Joo-hyun noticed Kim Ji-soo first.

In that fan-shaped area where everyone was desperately pushing forward, trying to get closer to the stage,

She remained quietly at the edge, conspicuous enough in herself. What was even more remarkable was the subtle distance they maintained—neither too close nor too far, neither appearing to have come together, yet clearly aware of each other's presence.

When Bae Joo-hyun saw the girl next to her wearing a beige down jacket, a black mask, and a baseball cap, her eyes...

As the event ended, the crowd surged toward the exit like a receding tide.

Bae Joo-hyun deliberately slowed her pace, waiting for the girl in the beige trench coat to approach. As they brushed past each other...

She spoke softly, her voice muffled through her mask but with a hint of amusement, "Why don't you go and meet Kyung Sung oppa?"

Kim Jisoo paused, turned around, and noticed this guy too. He was also someone who, like her, hadn't gone over to meet Oppa.

The eyes peeking out from between the brim of her hat and her mask were clear and bright, and they were now meeting Bae Joo-hyun's gaze.

With just one glance, Kim Jisoo knew it.

They are colleagues.

And he seemed like a senior, even though he wasn't very tall.

Judging from his physique and the subtle aura he exudes, he's most likely an idol trainee.

No wonder he's called Oppa, he has so many fans even as a trainee.

"Unnie, aren't you a trainee too?" Kim Jisoo replied politely. She didn't deny her identity, which in itself was a form of confirmation.

The two walked slowly out with the flow of people, briefly becoming companions.

"It's such a pity that I can only watch Oppa from afar." Kim Jisoo sighed, her tone filled with genuine regret. She had indeed come today with the mindset of just taking a quick look, but when she actually saw Lee Kyung-sung shining brightly on stage, loved by thousands of eyes, she couldn't suppress the urge to get closer.

Bae Joo-hyun glanced at her sideways. The girl's exposed features were beautiful, a refreshing yet slightly naive sweetness. Even with a mask covering most of her face, it was clear she had a good foundation.

YG's actor trainee... She quickly ran through the information in her mind. The threat level wasn't high; it seemed a bit like a fan's longing for their idol. However, it was possible it could develop into a romantic relationship, especially since playing the fan game in the entertainment industry wasn't exactly a secret.

Moreover, she was considered pretty, but compared to herself now… Bae Joo-hyun subtly raised her head with pride.

Jisoo is at most a third as threatening as Yoona. She made this initial assessment in her mind.

"Before being officially announced, the company has strict rules for trainees who are kept secret," Bae Joo-hyun said casually, following her lead. "It is a bit troublesome."

"Yeah, it's so troublesome," Kim Jisoo complained softly, the thought of leaving YG Entertainment again resurfacing in her mind. Maybe she should just go to ChinaJoy; after all, her oppa is there, and they can see each other often.

Unbeknownst to her, Bae Joo-hyun was subtly observing her out of the corner of her eye.

She needed more information. But today was clearly not a good time for a deep conversation; there were too many people around.

"By the way, Jisoo-ssi," Bae Joo-hyun said casually, taking out her phone, "how about we exchange contact information? We're both trainees, maybe we'll have a chance in the future..."

Before she could finish speaking, Kim Jisoo quickly nodded to Bae Joo-hyun, "Ah, sorry unnie, I have something to do, I have to go now. Let's talk again next time!"

After saying that, Kim Jisoo almost ran and squeezed into the crowd in front, but suddenly she was stunned. How did she know her name?

However, she quickly put the question out of her mind and soon disappeared at the exit.

Bae Joo-hyun stood there holding her phone, the words "add Kakao" stuck in her throat.

At 10 a.m., she stared blankly in the direction where Kim Jisoo had disappeared, her lips under her mask slowly pursing into a straight line.

Damn it...

She cursed under her breath. Are all YG employees this rude? They ran off before their senior even finished speaking? No wonder YG has such a bad reputation in the industry…

She took a deep breath, suppressing the sudden surge of anger.

But soon, a brilliant idea flashed through her big head.

That child came all the way here to see Li Jingcheng today, but could only watch from afar; she must be feeling resentful. Given how easily she can't hide her feelings, what will she do next?

I will definitely ask him out for dinner.

Bae Joo-hyun came to the conclusion almost instantly. She understood this feeling all too well—when you see someone you want to see but can't get close for various reasons, your first reaction is always to find a way to create opportunities to be alone with them.

Ha, wishful thinking.

Without any hesitation, Bae Joo-hyun immediately took out her phone, unlocked it, and opened her chat with Lee Kyung-sung. Her slender fingers tapped rapidly on the screen.

The van drove away from MBC and merged into the traffic of Seoul. Lee Kyung-sung leaned back in his seat, his eyes closed, the sound of his manager, Na Young-ho, flipping through the schedule in his ears.

"...There's a radio interview at 7 PM, about half an hour, after which I can go home. Tomorrow morning there's a magazine photoshoot, and in the afternoon there's a group interview with the cast and crew of 'The Moon Embracing the Sun,' and in the evening..."

Luo Yonghao's voice seemed to come from a very far place.

Lee Kyung-sung was now seeing images of Kim Ji-soo and Bae Joo-hyun standing side by side in a corner.

How did they end up together? Did they know each other? Was it a coincidence? Or...?

He dared not think any further. The secret fantasies he held about the harem seemed both naive and dangerous in the face of the threat of reality exposing them.

He wasn't ready to face any kind of confession or battleground, whether it was from Kim Jisoo's clear and direct gaze or Bae Joo-hyun's eyes that seemed to see through everything.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Li Jingcheng's body tensed almost imperceptibly. He slowly took out his phone; the screen lit up, showing a new message.

From Kim Jisoo.

He clicked on it.

Jisoo: Oppa, you looked so handsome today! I'm so happy to see so many people like you.

Jisoo: But, Oppa already refused me once before regarding the promised dinner. (Sad face.jpg)

Kim Jisoo: Do ​​you have time tonight? I know a really good Chinese restaurant, it's quite hidden.

It came as expected. Li Jingcheng stared at the screen, his fingers hovering above the keyboard, hesitant to make a move.

Is this a confession game? What is she going to ask? "What's the relationship between Oppa and that girl wearing a mask?"

Or is it more direct to ask whether Oppa is dating many people at the same time?

He felt his throat go dry. Reason told him he should refuse, he should keep his distance, and he should nip any potential risks in the bud.

But... that's Kim Jisoo.

Jisoo, who often sends him encouraging messages, wholeheartedly supports him, and is well-behaved and sensible.

He can't type it out if he refuses.

Just as he was struggling internally and his fingers were stiff, his phone vibrated again.

Bae Joo-hyun.

Li Jingcheng's heart skipped a beat. He almost held his breath as he opened the new message.

Bae Joo-hyun: I'll be back tonight. What do you want to eat? I'll cook for you.

Simple, ordinary, even heartwarming. Like any ordinary message waiting for a lover to come home.

This isn't an interrogation, nor a test; it's that I'm back and waiting for you to have dinner.

Li Jingcheng paused for two seconds, then let out a long, silent sigh of relief.

At least, not on Joo-hyun's side.

But then, an even bigger problem arose.

One invited him out to eat, while the other wanted to cook for him at home.

The timings clashed.

This isn't just a simple date tonight; it's a blatant multiple-choice question. Choosing A means harming B and facing potential future risks. Choosing B means harming A.

Both the palm and the back of the hand are flesh. For the first time, Li Jingcheng truly understood the sweet burden and overwhelming anxiety contained in this phrase.

He leaned back in his chair, raised his hand to pinch his brow, and felt a real sense of unease and...guilt.

"Fine." He took a deep breath and made a decision. He refused both.

Using work as an excuse. Although it's a lame excuse, at least it can temporarily avoid the landmines in front of you.

He opened his chat window with Kim Jisoo and started typing, "Jisoo, I'm sorry, Oppa might finish work very late tonight, and I have a shoot early tomorrow morning. Next time, Oppa will definitely..."

Before I could finish typing, my phone vibrated again.

It's still Bae Joo-hyun.

This time, there were no words, only a picture.

Li Jingcheng subconsciously clicked on it—

The moment the image loaded, he gasped, his fingers trembled, and he almost dropped his phone on his lap.

It was a uniform... or rather, it couldn't even be called clothing. Black, with furry edges, and barely any fabric... a bunny girl outfit. Casually draped over the back of a chair in the bedroom, next to a pair of long, black bunny ear headbands.

Below the image, there was a line of small text:

Bae Joo-hyun: (Smiling.jpg) It's new. Don't you want to see it, Oppa?

"..."

Li Jingcheng stared at the picture. Although he didn't know when it was taken, he felt his blood rush to his head, and his ears began to burn. Certain images uncontrollably surfaced in his mind, and his throat became even drier.

He snapped his eyes shut, then opened them again. The image was still there, silent, yet deadly.

"I'm sorry, Jisoo," he silently said in his heart. "Oppa... Oppa will definitely make it up to you next time."

He quickly deleted the message he had just typed in the chat box, intending to politely decline Kim Jisoo's advances, and retyped it.

Jisoo, I'm so sorry, Oppa probably finished work very late tonight, and he has a shoot early tomorrow morning. Next time, next time Oppa will definitely make it up to you and take you to eat the best food~

The message was sent, and only a few seconds had passed.

Okay, Oppa, work is important! You've worked hard today, please take good care of yourself! (heart.jpg)

After replying, Kim Ji-soo held her phone, looking at the text message from Kyung Sung oppa. The smile on her face hadn't even fully faded before it gradually froze.

Disappointment washed over my chest like a tide, slowly and steadily eroding my heart that had just been filled with joy and anticipation.

The reply came quickly, almost instantly after he sent the message. Her tone was obedient and understanding, and she had clearly been waiting in front of her phone for a while...

And she didn't tell me she was coming to MBC.

Looking at that little heart-shaped emoji, Li Jingcheng felt his guilt and heartache swell up several times over. What a good child… He felt like a jerk.

"Jingcheng? Jingcheng?" Luo Yonghao's voice pulled him back from his self-blame.

"Yonghao, what's wrong?"

"Did you hear what I just said about the itinerary for the next few days?" Luo Yonghao looked at him, his eyes probing. "You've been distracted since earlier. Is there something urgent on your phone?"

"Nothing, just a message from a friend." Li Jingcheng turned off his phone screen, gripped it tightly in his hand, and tried to make his expression normal. "Yonghao, say it again, I'm listening."

Luo Yonghao glanced at him for two seconds, then didn't ask any more questions. He picked up the schedule again and said, "The drama is still very popular, and my recent schedule is all focused on promotion. There's also filming for 'GG' and a back-to-back media interviews. I have four hours free after the all-star interview tomorrow, but it's too late, so you can arrange it as you see fit. I also have half a day free the afternoon after tomorrow, so I can relax a bit. There are still many other schedules after that, so I won't go into details for now."

"Brother Yonghao," Li Jingcheng suddenly interrupted him.

"Um?"

"What time is the four free hours tomorrow, or during a mealtime?" Li Jingcheng asked, trying to remain calm, but the urgency in his eyes was not entirely hidden.

Luo Yonghao raised an eyebrow, looked down at the schedule on the tablet, and swiped a few times.

"The earliest I can do is tomorrow night, if the show goes smoothly, 8 PM is enough. After that, there are no plans until 10 AM the next morning." He looked up. "What's wrong? Is something important? Who do you need to see? Bae Joo-hyun or Kim Ji-soo?"

"Kim Jisoo." Lee Kyung-sung didn't hide anything and said it directly, his mind already racing. Tomorrow, he'd arrange a time with Jisoo first. As for Joo-hyun… that bunny girl photo flashed through his mind again, and his ears burned. Tonight, she would…

"If it's really important, I can try to adjust things for you and see if I can squeeze out some more time," Luo Yonghao said. As his agent who is already familiar with him, he knows Li Jingcheng's current situation all too well.

"No need, Yong-ho, let's do it tomorrow." Lee Kyung-sung shook his head, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes again. "Just make room for me. Everything else, as usual."

"Okay." Luo Yonghao made a mark on the tablet and didn't ask any further questions.

The car quieted down, with only the hum of the engine and the city lights flashing past the window.

Lee Kyung-sung gripped his phone, his palms slightly sweaty. He opened Bae Joo-hyun's chat window, staring at the striking picture and the message, "Oppa, don't you want to see this?"

My fingertip hovered over the screen for a long time.

Finally, he typed out his reply, word by word:

miss you.

Wait for me to come home.

send.

Then, as if he had used up all his strength, he threw his phone aside and sank into his seat.

The neon lights outside the window flashed quickly across his young and handsome profile, revealing weariness, struggle, a hint of secret expectation, and many other complex emotions that even he himself had not yet figured out.

The night in Seoul is still long. Hopefully, the drama won't start too soon. He's very curious about how harem stories unfold. Teacher Chen, please teach me...