Well... She looks pissed. Jihoon’s eyes widened as some fuming woman passed him while he was on his way to the pool.

Jihoon was strolling along the hotel’s hallway, headed to the pool to unwind. Well. Unwind for the most part. He had already constructed the perfect plan. First, he wanted to get in some pre-cardio. Jump in the pool, do a couple of laps. Then, he’d lounge around, wade in the water before he- Scratch that... Yelling? It was faint but he could make out that someone was pissed. He wouldn’t be surprised if the woman he saw was chewing someone’s ear off. Sounded like it was coming from the pool. Well, this was a turn of events. So much for unwinding. How could he relax when there was a show going on? And the potential opportunity of a desperate woman needing some... attention.

Jihoon pretends to mind his own damn business, stopping by some little corner vending machine area that was just outside the gated pool area. He tilted his head, keeping an ear out as he tried to overhear, meanwhile scanning the selection from available machines. “Sodas? No... Chips, snacks? No. Hm? Ice cream. Sure.”

Finally, Jihoon arrived at the poolside, stealthily walking through the gate and dropping his things off on a chair by the pool. He made sure to stay far enough from where the only other people, a small group of three, were crowded by the jacuzzi area. He first acted as though he wasn’t even there, carefully eavesdropping and only glancing towards the people. Though that damn furious woman was in the way, waving her arms around and practically shaking with anger as she blocked his view of the other two.

Tuning in and listening closely, Jihoon could finally make out a few words. The woman threw out accusations. Something something... followed by a male voice asking, “How did you even get here?” That, of course, threw the woman off further as she let out a string of curses in disbelief.

“Are you fucking kidding me? That’s what you’re fucking worried about?? Not the fact that you lied and you’re here with this-this! Fucking skank!” The raging woman pointed an accusatory finger as she stepped back. Although she seemed unsure of the insult, as if she knew the man had asked a valid question. “I saw your fucking room, the fact that you have another woman’s clothes in there. What?? Are they *her’s*? You son of a fucking bi-”

“I’m sorry.” The man turned and apologized to what Jihoon assumed was the ‘other woman,’ cutting off and ignoring the insult thrown at him.

Jihoon let out a low, quiet whistle of amusement as he kept his gaze down, instead busying himself by opening the ice cream he’d bought. Some random ass popsicle flavor he picked out. But, apologizing to his side chick instead of his girlfriend? That was bold, even for Jihoon. He couldn’t help but internally commend the man’s bravery.

Wait. Why does that name sound so familiar... Surely she’s someone from the alumni party.

Jihoon’s head snapped to finally get a good look at the group, to see if he recognized her. That woman? I wonder if they look the same... was she hot? Jihoon is already replaying every escapade from college, trying to figure out if this was someone he hooked up with before.

That’s when Jihoon’s gaze lands on a figure, clearly trying not to be involved as the man with her tries to calm his girlfriend. Oh shit. She’s kinda hot. I see why he’d cheat. Jihoon thinks before looking at the man... who also looks familiar, and is now stepping out of the jacuzzi with a cigarette between his lips. Or, well, a cigarette that promptly disappears as the man’s girlfriend plucks it out of his mouth with a disgusted scoff.

“You’re fucking disgusting-” The woman spits out, tossing the cigarette at the man. Luckily the butt hits his abdomen before falling to a wet spot on the ground.

Annddd... this is why Jihoon is never getting in a relationship. Emotional bitches... He thinks, curling his lip at the irrational woman. Hell, if that is his main chick, hopefully she isn’t for long. The woman then turns around and storms off, causing Jihoon to abruptly look away so as not to be caught being nosey. Waltzing over to some trash can, Jihoon tosses the wrapper his popsicle had been in.

The woman breezes by Jihoon, practically a whirlwind of heat and desperate anger storming past him. But he remains still, listening in as the man murmurs another apology and something about being back soon.

Annddd... this is why Jihoon is never getting in a relationship. Emotional bitches... He thinks, curling his lip at the irrational woman. Hell, if that is his main chick, hopefully she isn't for long. The woman then turns around and storms off, causing Jihoon to abruptly look away so as not to be caught being nosey. Waltzing over to some trash can, Jihoon tosses the wrapper his popsicle had been in.

The woman breezes by Jihoon, practically a whirlwind of heat and desperate anger storming past him. But he remains still, listening in as the man murmurs another apology and something about being back soon.

Jihoon turns away from the trash and eyes the retreating figures. Go ahead... Take your time. Jihoon thinks with a devilish smirk as he watches the man disappear out of the gated pool area.

Maybe Jihoon can put off that awkward blonde from the party he was originally planning on texting and linking up. After all, Jihoon turns his gaze to a now-abandoned woman - it seems another opportunity has arisen.

Jihoon clears his throat, and decides to make his move now rather than later, catch her off guard as she's probably still processing and recovering from the whole damn situation. The only time he cared about emotional women was when he could play it to his advantage.

“Hey, pretty lady. Everything alright over here?” Jihoon begins smoothly, oozing charm and feigning concern to the point it almost seems genuine. He brings the popsicle to his lips, licking away any melted parts before they can drip off. His eyes rove over her form, unmistakable hunger in his gaze that reveals his intentions before he can even speak them.

“I-uhh... kinda overheard what happened...” Jihoon begins gently, trying to lessen the blow of his blatant attempt to manipulate her potential vulnerability. “I’m sure it must suck losing your man like that... if you wanna talk about it, ditch him..?” He trails off, still under the assumption that he was witness to an affair and now leaving the suggestion open and clear, a not-so-subtle ‘leave your man and come with me’ offer.