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,
I found myself staring at the outfit Monika had sent over, reserved in case I changed my mind about attending the campaign launch. The desire to see Naeun was overwhelming, but doubt gnawed at me. Could I really keep my distance if I went?
To distract myself, I picked up the PlayStation I'd bought during a recent break. But after a few rounds, the console wasn't enough to hold my attention. I placed the controller down and glanced at my phone, which had been buzzing nonstop. Most of the notifications were from unknown numbers—sasaengs, no doubt. It was a constant invasion of my privacy, but I'd learned to ignore them.
One message, however, jolted me upright. Naeun's name appeared on the screen, along with a chilling threat:'We will hurt Naeun if you don't come and answer the question yourself. Especially if you lie.' Attached was a photo of her getting into a car. My heart stopped.
I clicked on the photo, examining it closely. There was no mistaking it—it was Naeun. Panic surged through me, but I forced myself to think rationally. I couldn't reply as any response could escalate the situation. Instead, I called Naeun immediately. The phone rang out without an answer.
My pulse raced as I dialed again. Still nothing. Anxiety clawed at me, and I scrutinized the photo once more. Naeun was dressed in a pink gown, stepping into a limousine. It looked recent, but I couldn't be sure. Red carpet arrivals were nothing new for her, but this felt wrong—dangerously wrong.
I tried calling Jihoon, my fingers trembling with urgency. The line rang, and when he finally picked up, I wasted no time.
"Where's Naeun?" I blurted, barely able to keep the panic from my voice.
Jihoon, taken aback, responded, "She's in the limo. We're all on our way to the red carpet. Why? Are you coming?"
The pressure in my chest tightened. I could picture Naeun, alone on the red carpet, exposed to whoever sent that message. My voice faltered as I asked, "Is she wearing a pink dress?"
Jihoon hesitated before confirming, "Yeah... Taemin, what's going on? You sound off."
I didn't have time to explain. The pieces were falling into place, and I couldn't risk being too late. "I got a threat. Someone sent me a photo of her and said they'd hurt her. I'm coming now. Can you check if Monika or Mrs. Shen is there and let them know? I'll head straight to the red carpet."
Before Jihoon could respond, panic surged through me. "Can you do me a favor? Send me the location. I'll be there as fast as I can." Without waiting for a reply, I ended the call, my fingers trembling as I reached for the suit Monika had sent. It hung in the closet, waiting for a moment like this, but nothing about this moment felt right.
