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 morning came too soon, and I barely slept. The exhaustion weighed heavily on me, but I forced myself to rise early. I needed to distract myself, keep my mind occupied, so I started preparing breakfast before either of them woke up. Waffle pancakes, something simple, yet comforting.
As I was plating the food, I heard the soft sound of footsteps behind me. Taemin appeared in the doorway, his tired eyes meeting mine. "You're awake already?" I asked, glancing up from the waffles.
He nodded, stepping into the kitchen. "You didn't wake me up last night."
I shook my head, suppressing a yawn. "You seemed too tired. It's fine. Unless you planned it that way," I added with a playful glare.
Taemin chuckled softly. "Maybe yes?"
I shot him another playful look, but his laughter only deepened. "I did not," he clarified. "I just got too comfortable beside Yongrae last night."
I couldn't help but smile at the thought, but his next question shifted my focus. "Did you get any sleep?" His eyes searched mine with a concern I couldn't ignore. He must've noticed the exhaustion in my face.
I shook my head, my stomach twisting with the weight of what I still hadn't said. "There's something we need to talk about."
Taemin set the mug down, his full attention on me. "What is it?" he asked quietly, his voice gentle, but I could tell he was bracing for something serious.
"Later," I murmured. "Can you call Yongrae? We should have breakfast together."
Without hesitation, he nodded, though I could sense the curiosity in his gaze as he took a slow sip from his mug. He went to call Yongrae.
The breakfast we had together felt almost like a distraction. I noticed Taemin's quiet observation of me as I barely touched my food. I sipped the juice and nibbled on the pancakes, offering the rest to Yongrae, who happily devoured it, blissfully unaware of the tension hanging over me.
After breakfast, Taemin helped me clean up. The sound of the dishes clinking in the sink seemed almost too loud in the stillness of the room, and I could feel his gaze on me, patient, waiting for me to say whatever was on my mind.
When the kitchen was finally clean, I felt a pressure building in my chest, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed Taemin's arm and pulled him toward my room.
"Why are we in your room?" Taemin asked, a playful hint to his voice, but I could see the shift in his eyes. He was already sensing the change in the air.
"If we talk in the kitchen, Yongrae could hear us," I said, my voice more strained than I meant it to be.
Taemin's playful tone immediately faded, replaced with a quiet seriousness. "Okay. I'm listening."
