𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼

Chapter 4: Glimmers of change

Breeh's pov

The following days were a flurry of preparations and anticipation for the gala. I found myself torn between excitement and apprehension as I debated what to wear, how to present myself, and who I might encounter at such a prestigious event.

On the night of the gala, I stood in front of my mirror, nervously adjusting her dress-a simple yet elegant choice that Kim Jisoo had helped me to pick out. My mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead as I pinned my hair back and added a touch of makeup, trying to appear confident despite the butterflies in her stomach.

Arriving at the venue, a grand ballroom filled with chandeliers and the murmurs of Seoul's elite, Breeh felt a mix of awe and discomfort. I scanned the room, recognizing familiar faces from the literary and entertainment worlds, including Baek Hyun-woo, who waved her over with an encouraging smile.

"Breeh, you made it!" he greeted, offering her a glass of champagne. "You look fantastic."

"Thank you," I replied, sipping the drink to calm her nerves. "I still can't believe I'm here."

Hyun-woo chuckled knowingly. "Believe it. Tonight might just change everything for you."

As they mingled, I found myrself drawn into conversations with editors, fellow authors, and even a few actors who praised her recent book. I listened intently, absorbing their insights and occasionally sharing her own perspectives on storytelling and creativity.

Midway through the evening,I spotted Jeon Jungkook across the room, engaged in an animated discussion with a group of musicians.

Lost in thought, I wandered towards the balcony, seeking a moment of solitude amidst the glamorous chaos. The cool night air offered a welcome reprieve as she leaned against the railing, reflecting on the whirlwind of events that had led her to this pivotal night.

A voice interrupted her reverie, unexpectedly close. "Quite a view, isn't it?"

Turning, I found herself face-to-face with Park Jimin, his charismatic smile softened by a genuine curiosity in his eyes.

"Yes, it is," I replied, surprised yet intrigued by his presence. "Jimin, isn't it?"

They exchanged small talk for a while, discussing literature, music, and the challenges of creative pursuits in a demanding industry. Jimin's easy charm and insightful comments gradually eased Breeh's initial nerves, sparking a newfound sense of connection.

As the gala neared its end, Jimin extended an invitation. "Would you like to grab coffee sometime? I'd love to hear more about your work."

I hesitated, weighing the invitation with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. "I... I'd like that."

Jimin smiled warmly, exchanging contact information with a promise to reach out soon. With a final nod, he bid her goodnight, leaving I to ponder the unexpected turn of events.

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The night had indeed brought unforeseen alliances and intriguing possibilities for myself.

One afternoon, seeking a moment of respite from the bustling streets of Seoul, I wandered into a luxurious hotel lobby. As I made my way through the opulent surroundings, she noticed a sign indicating the restroom and hurried towards it, her mind preoccupied with the events of the day.

In my haste, I accidentally pushed open the door marked "Gents," startling the occupant inside-a tall, impeccably dressed man who exuded an air of confidence and intrigue.

I froze, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as I met the intense gaze of Kim Taehyung-a notorious actor known for his rebellious antics and magnetic presence on and off screen.

Taehyung arched an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Well, well. Are you lost, sweetheart?"

"I-I'm so sorry," I stammered, mortified by her mistake. "I thought this was..."

"The ladies' room?" Taehyung finished for her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Clearly not."

"I'll just..." I began to retreat, feeling utterly embarrassed.

But Taehyung's tone turned playful. "Wait a minute. You look familiar."

I blinked, unsure what to say.

"You're one of my fans, right?" Taehyung asked, his voice teasing but tinged with self-assuredness.

I chuckled nervously, shaking her head. "Um, no. Actually, I'm Han Breeh, a writer."

Taehyung's smirk faded into genuine confusion. "Han Breeh?"

"Yeah, I write novels," I explained, trying to hide her discomfort.

His expression shifted to mild interest. "Ah, that's why I don't recognize you. I don't really read books."

I couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation. "Well, I suppose that explains it."

Taehyung leaned against the sink, his demeanor casual yet undeniably charismatic. "So, what brings you to my territory? Looking for inspiration?"

"In a way," I admitted, feeling less embarrassed now that Taehyung seemed genuinely interested in their conversation.

He chuckled softly, a hint of his bad boy persona creeping back into his smile. "Tell you what, since you're here, how about we grab a drink sometime? I could use a break from all the fan frenzy."

I hesitated, intrigued by his boldness despite his initial mistake and despite of that probably he still thinks me as his crazy fan who showed at restroom to meet him."I... I don't think so."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, surprised by her refusal. "Oh? Playing hard to get?"

I smiled faintly, her tone firm. "Not exactly. It's just... I'm not really interested."

Taehyung's grin widened, genuine amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Well, that's a first. Most girls would kill for a chance to hang out with me."

"I'm not most girls," I replied coolly, meeting his gaze with a hint of challenge.

Taehyung's interest was piqued. He straightened, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "So You're different, aren't you?"

"In more ways than one," I quipped, a flicker of amusement in her eyes.

As I walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling that meeting Kim Taehyung, the charismatic and slightly cocky actor, would lead to more than just an awkward encounter in a hotel restroom.

"An encounter, even fleeting, can change the course of a lifetime, igniting sparks that linger long after"
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