"Nothing says romance like almost dying in steam together."
The jjimjilbang was supposed to be relaxing.
After three days of matchmaking chaos, accidental proposals, and trending hashtags, Mei had practically shoved a spa brochure into Ava's hand and declared, "Go sweat out the viral fame before you combust."
Ava hadn't argued.
A bathhouse sounded... nice. Peaceful. A rare few hours off-grid.
And Ryan?
He'd grinned like a man handed a backstage pass to her tension.
"Hot steam. Minimal clothing. Sounds like a team-building exercise."
Now, Ava stood barefoot in the women's locker room, wrapped in a paper-thin robe that smelled faintly of herbal soap and eucalyptus.
She glanced down at the floor map.
Three saunas. One co-ed salt room. A shared rooftop cooling pool.
So far, so manageable.
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Meanwhile, Ryan adjusted the ridiculous towel twist on his head — how was everyone in Korea so good at making it look dignified?
He looked like a croissant.
