The girl of my dreams ( English Version)

Segment 2: Shadows of Fame

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Days turned into weeks, and the friendship between Jinwoo and Eunjin grew stronger. They had established a ritual: every time Jinwoo had a day off, they met in hidden places in Seoul, away from prying eyes. They explored local markets, tasted street food, and laughed together. For the first time in a long while, Jinwoo felt alive.

One evening, as they walked in a small park, Jinwoo noticed that Eunjin seemed lost in thought.

"Is something bothering you?" he asked.

Eunjin hesitated before answering. "I always feel like I've known you for a long time, Jinwoo. It's strange, but you seem so familiar to me."

Jinwoo smiled. "Maybe it's because you're the only person I can truly be myself with."

They sat on a bench, and Eunjin took Jinwoo's hand. "I'm glad I can help you be yourself. But you know, I don't want you to feel obligated to play a role for me."

"It's not a role," Jinwoo replied. "With you, I'm just Jinwoo, not the K-pop idol."

Their moments together were precious, but Jinwoo knew they couldn't last forever. The reality of his idol life always caught up with him. The fans, the media, and most importantly, his agency, pushed him to continue playing the perfect role.

One morning, Mr. Lee summoned Jinwoo for an urgent meeting. "Jinwoo, we need to talk," he said gravely.

"What's wrong?" Jinwoo asked, concerned.

"There are rumors circulating. Fans have noticed that you seem distant and less invested. They're starting to worry."

"I'm just tired, that's all," Jinwoo lied, knowing very well that it wasn't the real reason.

"Tired or not, you need to pull yourself together. An idol's career relies on commitment and perfection. Don't let distractions ruin everything you've worked so hard for."

Jinwoo nodded, but deep down, he felt a rebellion growing. He was tired of this controlled and superficial life.

That evening, he met Eunjin at a small café. She saw him enter with a dejected look and immediately understood that something was wrong.

"What's the matter, Jinwoo?" she asked gently.

"I can't take this life anymore. The pressure is too much," he confessed.

Eunjin took his hand and smiled at him compassionately. "You don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you."

They spent the evening talking about everything and nothing, and for the first time, Jinwoo opened up completely to someone. He talked about his recurring dreams, the mysterious woman, and the loneliness that gnawed at him.

"Maybe this woman in your dreams is a part of yourself trying to tell you something," Eunjin suggested.

"Maybe," Jinwoo replied. "But why you? Why do you seem so familiar to me?"

Eunjin shrugged. "Sometimes, souls recognize each other before minds do."

Their friendship became a refuge for Jinwoo, but the shadows of fame continued to haunt him. The relentless expectations of his agency and the constant media surveillance pushed him to the brink. He knew he had to find a way to reconcile his idol life with his desire for normalcy, but it seemed increasingly impossible.

One day, as they walked in a bustling neighborhood of Seoul, Jinwoo noticed a woman following them. She seemed nervous and agitated. Jinwoo felt a shiver of fear. Was she an obsessive fan?

"Have you noticed that woman? She's been following us for a while," Jinwoo whispered to Eunjin.

Eunjin glanced discreetly. "Yes, I saw her. What should we do?"

"Let's keep walking. Maybe it's just a coincidence," Jinwoo said, trying to stay calm.

But the woman continued to follow them, and Jinwoo felt his fear growing. He didn't want anything to happen to Eunjin because of him.

"We should go to a safer place," Eunjin suggested.

They headed to a crowded café, hoping to lose the woman in the crowd. But as they sat down, Jinwoo realized he couldn't escape the reality of his situation. Being an idol meant living under constant surveillance, and it was starting to consume him.

That night, as he headed home, Jinwoo received an anonymous message. "I'm still watching you. You belong to me."

His blood ran cold. Was it the same woman who had followed them? Jinwoo felt a wave of panic wash over him. He couldn't let this obsession endanger Eunjin.

"I need to talk to Mr. Lee about this," he thought. But he knew it would mean more security, more restrictions, and less freedom.

The tension was now at its peak. Jinwoo had to juggle between his idol life, his relationship with Eunjin, and the growing threat of this obsessed fan. He knew he had to make a decision quickly, but each choice seemed to lead to more complications and dangers.