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,
The moment I saw Taemin's post, I practically sprinted to Bomi's place. If Joonwoon happened to be there, I swear I might lose it. What in the world had possessed Taemin to announce Yongrae's existence without even telling me first? There's no way I'd let this slide, and he should've known better.
"Have you talked to Joonwoon about this?" I asked Bomi, barely keeping my frustration in check, fingers tapping anxiously on the table.
Bomi nodded carefully, gauging the intensity of my anger. "I did. I even urged him to talk some sense into Taemin, though I never thought he'd actually go through with it."
My fingers drummed faster. "And you let them come?"
Bomi sighed. "Alright, fine. I caved. They were both relentless, and honestly, I didn't think it'd escalate like this. But I warned Joonwoon—if this blows up, he's not getting out of it without major PR fallout."
I shook my head, exhaling sharply. "You want me to be brutally honest?"
She nodded, waiting.
"I'm furious," I admitted, "but seeing them together... the way Yongrae was with Taemin... for a second, I thought maybe, just maybe, this could work. But I'm terrified. I've never moved on from him, Bomi. Not really. If I had, I'd be with Jihoon by now, but—"
Bomi met my eyes, sympathy evident. She understood, as always.
"But just because they get along doesn't mean Taemin can bulldoze through everything like this," I snapped, the frustration bubbling back up. "What's next? He's going to parade Yongrae in front of his fans? No way."
"The more people talk, the sooner they'll start speculating about Yongrae's mom," I added, my voice quieter, weighed down by the inevitable.
Bomi looked at me thoughtfully. "What will you do if they guess the truth? Will you deny it?"
I shrugged, shaking my head. "I don't know. I can't even think that far ahead."
Just then, Bomi's phone rang. I knew exactly who was calling. They must've arrived.
"I need a minute. Let me use the restroom, and I'll come out when I'm ready," I muttered, needing to cool down before facing Taemin.
Bomi gave a small nod. "Take your time. I'll let them in."
She answered the call and headed to the door, while I slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. My heart was pounding, anger and anxiety swirling inside me. I pressed my hands against the sink, trying to steady my breath. You can handle this, Naeun. Yelling and cursing him out isn't going to fix anything.
If I could just cry, maybe I'd feel better, but my emotions were too tangled—frustration, sadness, anger. It was all too much. "Damn it," I whispered, feeling the tightness in my chest.
