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,
Summoning all my courage, I couldn't let her walk away without confronting the truth that had been buried for far too long. "But he's my child too, Naeun." The words left my lips, trembling slightly under the weight of the emotions I had been carrying.
She froze in her tracks, her posture stiffening before she slowly turned to face me. Her eyes, a whirlwind of emotion, locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a jolt through my chest. "Stop being delusional! We never had a child together, Taemin," she spat, the bitterness in her voice barely masking the hurt beneath. "Isn't that what you want to believe?" she added, her words dripping with contempt.
I didn't flinch, rooted by the truth that had become impossible to ignore. "If you're so certain," I said evenly, "then let's do a DNA test. I know Jihoon isn't his father. Am I right?"
Her scoff cut through the air, filled with a mixture of defiance and something deeper, more vulnerable. Her clenched fists spoke louder than her words, hinting at the internal battle she fought to keep her composure. "It's easy for you to say that now. But we're better off without you! Stay out of our lives!" Her voice cracked at the edges, sharp but teetering on the brink of tears, a fragile attempt to shield herself from the onslaught of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.
Guilt and regret hit me like a wave, crashing against the resolve I'd built over the years. I took a step forward, driven by an overwhelming need to close the distance between us, to offer some kind of comfort—to fix what I had broken. But before I could move any closer, Bomi stepped in, placing herself between us, her presence a gentle yet firm barrier.
"Taemin, give her some space," Bomi's voice was calm but resolute, her concern for Naeun clear. She didn't raise her voice, but the weight of her words held me in place.
I stood there, helpless, as Naeun turned to Bomi, seeking refuge in her friend's presence. The distance between us felt insurmountable. My chest ached with the reality of how far we had drifted, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead gnawed at me.
I watched them in silence, their quiet conversation beyond my reach. It was as if the moment held a fragile hope that things could be mended, yet a deep ache reminded me of how much had already been lost.
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Naeun's POV,
After everything that happened with Taemin, I decided to take a day off and spend it with Yongrae at home. As the door creaked open, his cheerful voice rang out, "Mom?"
I couldn't help but smile as I saw him standing there, his wide grin infectious. "What is it, sweetheart?" I asked, warmth spreading through me.
"Can you play with me?" he asked, his eyes shining with eagerness. It was a simple request, but it tugged at my heart in ways I couldn't explain.
