You walk into the Luis Vuitton hotel, straight to the front desk where an employee hands you a spare key card into the room booked for Park Jeongseong. Your heart beats like crazy in the elevator but when you finally unlock the door, for a moment, you see Jay sitting on the armchair by the window, adorned in a white robe, his hair wet and splayed over his forehead with a glass of wine tilted up to his lips. When he hears the door latch his head snaps back and a wide grin grows on his face.