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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Taemin's POV,
The name "Lee Jihoon" had become an incessant source of irritation, gnawing at my thoughts like a relentless itch. "What does he have that I don't?" I muttered under my breath, frustration evident in every syllable.
"I'm not giving up, Naeun," I confessed, my gaze unwavering as she took the wheel, guiding us out of the dimly lit parking garage. "I thought I could move on, but I can't."
The true identity of Yongrae's father gnawed at me like a puzzle I couldn't solve. Still, a stubborn intuition kept tugging at me, whispering that Yongrae might not be Jihoon's son. Could he be mine? The timing fit—Yongrae's age, the five years Naeun spent away from Korea—it all added up too well.
I tried to piece it together, the fragments of this painful mystery swirling in my mind. The thought of Yongrae being Jihoon's felt absurd. The idea of Naeun being truly in love with him? Even more so. It felt like an illusion, a facade she was forcing herself to believe.
As her car disappeared from sight, I turned my gaze to the sky. "I miss you," I murmured, the wind carrying away my words. "I'll make things right, whether Yongrae is mine or not."
With a heavy heart, I made my way to the entertainment company, heading for the practice room as I did every day. But even there, my thoughts were elsewhere, locked on Naeun and Yongrae. Staring into the mirror, my reflection mirrored the inner turmoil brewing inside me. A sigh escaped my lips as their faces swirled through my mind.
"What are they doing right now?" I whispered to myself.
"Who are you talking about?" Joonwoon's voice cut through the silence as he entered the room, catching me off guard. I turned to him, my response curt, "No one."
"Don't pretend," he said, leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on me. "I know you went to see them yesterday. Did you really think Bomi wouldn't tell me?"
I let out a deep sigh. "Fine. Yes, I saw them, but it was a coincidence. I didn't know she'd be at Bomi's."
"Taemin," Joonwoon sighed, exasperation and concern mixing in his expression. "I warned you about this, didn't I? And don't forget the promise..." He trailed off, his voice soft but firm.
The promise. The one where I swore I wouldn't interfere in Naeun's life after our argument—the one I thought was best for her, even if it broke me. But now, with Yongrae in the picture, I regretted every word of it.
"I just need one last chance," I pleaded. "I want to know the truth about Yongrae. If he's not mine, I'll respect it. I'll step back."
Joonwoon's eyes searched mine, conflicted. "And if he is yours? What then? Do you really think you can play a role in his life? Or in Naeun's?"
