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“You look pretty. Chin up, be confident, and if we get mobbed for questions, let me handle it.” Jyeon picks up my hand by the wrist and envelopes it in his arm, so I hook onto him. His touch causes the same usual stirring of butterflies, and I swallow it down. A cozy partnering to face this damn sea of employees and press at this stupid event. I want to pull myself free, but I know it’s futile