In a world where dreams and fame collide, Naeun is a hardworking freelance model trying to balance her studies while secretly in love with Taemin, the rising star of SHINee. Their romance began when he was just a trainee and grew stronger as he prep...
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Naeun's POV,
Years had passed since I last saw Bomi. Now that I was back in Korea, catching up with her was at the top of my list.
I brought Yongrae along, eager for him to meet Bomi for the first time. She seemed genuinely excited, going out of her way to prepare a meal just for him.
As Bomi and I chatted in the kitchen, I realized something. "Oh, I actually brought some food too, but I left it in the car. I'll run downstairs and grab it real quick," I said, glancing at her as she busied herself at the counter.
"Take your time," Bomi replied, flashing a warm smile.
I turned toward the door, ready to retrieve the forgotten food, when a small voice from behind stopped me. Yongrae was sitting nearby, his curious eyes watching my every move. "Yongrae, Mommy's just going to grab the food from the car. Can you wait here with Mommy Bomi for a bit?" I asked, expecting a simple nod.
But his response caught me off guard. "Can I come with you?" His words were filled with an unexpected sincerity that tugged at my heart.
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his insistence. I had assumed he'd be perfectly content staying with Bomi, given how comfortable he seemed with her.
"I want to help you," he added softly, looking up at me with those innocent eyes.
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, you can come with me. Let's go."
With his small hand in mine, we made our way to the car. I opened the backseat door and retrieved the paper bag filled with the food and dessert I had packed earlier.
"Here it is," I said, holding up the bag. Yongrae's face lit up with a smile, as bright as ever.
As we headed back toward the building, our steps in sync, something suddenly interrupted the moment. A jolt—a collision.
"Sorry," I blurted, bowing quickly in apology. But as I looked up, my breath caught in my throat. The sight before me was completely unexpected.
A rush of disbelief surged through me, and without thinking, I shifted into a protective stance, gently pulling Yongrae behind me. My heart raced, not just from the impact but from the shock of seeing him.
"What are you doing here?" The words tumbled from both Taemin's and my lips at the same time, our gazes locking in mutual confusion.
"I'm meeting Bomi," we both echoed once again, and this time, Yongrae giggled at the synchronized response.
"Mom, why are you both saying the same thing?" Yongrae asked, his innocent curiosity cutting through the tension as his gaze bounced between Taemin and me.
