This was requested but the scenario wasn’t specified + I never watched gossip girl so sorry if this isn’t similar to the show.

You lingered on the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, arms crossed over your chest, a latte warming your hands. The morning sun hit the marble, casting long shadows across the steps where the Upper East Side’s elite gathered. You had watched Sophia approach first, heels clicking sharply, her posture stiff with purpose. This was her moment—or at least, she hoped it would be. After months of slipping from her throne as queen bee, she was determined to reclaim control over her social sphere.

“Really, I thought we could—” Sophia began, voice tight, her eyes scanning the small crowd of students clustered around the steps.

But before she could finish, Wonyoung appeared at the top of the stairs, her presence immediately shifting the energy in the space. She moved with deliberate confidence, a polished aura that demanded attention. Her smile was dazzlingly fake, her eyes darting to Sophia with that cold, measured disdain she seemed to perfect effortlessly.

“The yellow’s a bit out of fashion,” Wonyoung said, voice sweet and clipped. The words felt like a whip, slicing through Sophia’s attempt at dominance. Manon and Ryujin flanked her, careful to mirror Wonyoung’s polished posture, laughing faintly at the expense of Sophia. You noticed Ryujin’s subtle glances toward you, a faint, almost imperceptible flicker of something. Amusement?—but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

Sophia’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Wonyoung,” She said, a tremor in her tone betraying the calm she tried to project. “This isn’t your circle. You don’t just—”

But Wonyoung’s laugh cut her off, light and theatrical. “I think it’s time for some new leadership, don’t you?” She said, tilting her head. Manon’s expression was neutral.

Sophia faltered, glancing at the students around them. A few whispered, some smirked, the balance of attention clearly shifting toward Wonyoung and her entourage. Hyunjin appeared at the base of the steps, leaning casually against the railing. You could see the spark of mischief in his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Sophia’s struggle.

“Guess some crowns aren’t meant to last.” He murmured to no one in particular, though his voice carried just enough for you to hear.