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,
I settled onto the bed, a sigh of contentment escaping me as I prepared for this quiet, tender moment with Yongrae. The day was winding down, and I cherished these times we spent together. "How was your day today?" I asked softly, tilting my head as I gazed at him.
"I made new friends. They were really nice to me," he replied, beaming as he wrapped his little arms around me in a tight hug. His innocent smile radiated warmth, filling me with pride at how he was flourishing.
Then came the question I wasn't prepared for. "Mom, what did Dad look like?" His voice was soft, curious. He burrowed his head closer into my side, seeking both comfort and answers.
I froze for a moment, caught off guard. Yongrae had never shown much interest in his biological father before, and hearing the question now tugged at something deep within me.
Gently, I brushed a hand through his hair, a familiar motion that calmed both of us. "I don't remember everything," I began carefully, my voice tender, treading through old memories. "But he had a magnetic charm, much like you. And, well, he always had his own way of doing things."
Yongrae furrowed his brows in thought, processing the idea in his innocent, thoughtful way. "But that's okay, right? You've got two other dads!" I teased, hoping to shift the conversation, to keep things light.
"Yeah! There's Daddy Jihoon and Daddy Taemin," he giggled, his eyes bright with the uncomplicated joy of a child who felt loved. "Especially Daddy Taemin!" he added with even more enthusiasm, the words causing a tug at my heartstrings. "Things have been amazing since he came into our lives, haven't they, Mom?"
His words hit me harder than I'd expected. It was true—Taemin's presence had changed things, but not in a way I could fully understand or explain to Yongrae.
"He's a singer, you know," Yongrae continued, his voice full of pride. "An amazing dancer too! Can we look him up?" His eyes sparkled with excitement as he pleaded, and I found it harder to resist him with every passing second.
"But it's late, sweetheart. You've got school tomorrow," I reminded him gently, hoping to stall his curiosity just a little longer.
"Just a few minutes, please?" he begged, his wide eyes pleading with that irresistible pout that always got to me. With a sigh, I gave in.
I pulled up Taemin's name on my phone, handing it to Yongrae as the familiar mix of emotions stirred inside me. His excitement was infectious as he scrolled through the images.
"So," I teased, trying to lighten the mood. "Who's your favorite? Daddy Taemin or Daddy Jihoon?" I tried to keep my tone playful, but the question carried an uncomfortable weight I couldn't shake.
