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    Rumi’s mind wanders, desperate for a change of subject. Her gaze lands on the two women who’ve been repeatedly plaguing her mind ever since she saw them step out of the limousine. Mira grins and sips on her drink, listening intently to whatever Zoey’s saying, the shorter girl gesticulating her hands wildly in the air. An ache settles in Rumi’s sternum, and that thought, that possibility—the possibility that this show can actually work—rattles through her skull.

    “Hey, Celine?” she starts, not looking away from the view ahead of her. “I know it’s unconventional, but can I give out two First Impression Roses?”

    Celine considers her words and follows her gaze. She presses her lips into a thin line, then she shrugs in acceptance. “Sure. After all, you’re the Bachelorette.”

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    18 Jan 2026

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    Two unfamiliar players stood across the net. The taller one was hard to miss. She was taller than the rest of the team, lean and muscular, with a high ponytail of pink hair that somehow looked more dangerous than cute. The girl beside her was shorter, but no less intense. Her hair was braided tightly down her back, and her jersey clung to the kind of arms that made Zoey do a double take.

    She smiled and gave a casual wave, trying to be charming. A simple, friendly hello.

    They didn’t wave back.

    They didn’t do anything, actually, just looked at her. Then a coach called them over, and they turned away without a word.

    Zoey blinked, her hand still mid wave. Rude.

    enemies to friends to lovers rivals volleyball au

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    15 Jan 2026

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    Baby Ryu wasn't crying. She wasn't grunting or sighing. She wasn't moving at all.

    She never even got a name.
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    Twenty years after Ryu Miyeong dies, Mira and Zoey try to figure out where the third Hunter is, and what's up with the weird demon girl they keep running into.

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    02 Jan 2026

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    The memory rises unbidden: the clash of bodies, the way Rumi had aimed a blow at her torso. Mira dodging— barely— only allowing Rumi to graze her side.

    “And what’s your name?” Rumi had asked mid-fight, breath steady, smirk radiant.

    “Like I’d tell—”

    Rumi had leapt back then, sudden and theatrical, leaving space between them. Mira had paused, wary, unsure what game she was playing.

    Then Rumi had flourished Mira’s ID, plucked from her pocket without her noticing.

    “Kang Mira, Interpol,” she’d read aloud, slow and condescending, like she was talking to a kindergartener. “Woah. The big guns are after me now.”

    “How’d you—?”

    “Picked your pocket just now,” Rumi had continued, eyes flicking up to meet hers. “Pretty name for a pretty face.”

    “Damn,” Zoey’s voice had crackled in Mira’s earpiece. “She’s good. And hot.”

    “Stop that,” Mira had snapped— both at the nagging voice in her head and at the nagging voice ahead of her.

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    Mira and Zoey are the Interpol agents assigned to the Ryu Rumi case, a globally renowned superthief. But the closer Mira gets, the more she begins to notice the quieter ways the case is beginning to take things from her.

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    01 Jan 2026

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    She pulled the collar of her shirt aside and looked down at her arm, and suddenly the pain was lost to the panic. The only reason she didn’t vomit was because the fear that surged through her made her entire body seize up. Her ears rang. Her vision swam. She looked again. This couldn’t be happening.

    But it was.

    Her patterns were back.

    Rumi losing her patterns doesn't mean she lost her shame.

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    29 Dec 2025