A STAR ON SET (SON CHAEYOUNG X F READER)

CHAPTER XX: THE STAR'S CROWN

The ceremony had just begun, and you and Chaeyoung sat side by side, bathed in the glow of the lights and the eyes of thousands of fans.

Chaeyoung, now a stunning blond, was dressed in an intricately detailed ensemble, a long-sleeved white blouse with a high collar, adorned with ruffles at the neckline and cuffs.

Over it, she wore a black velvet vest with ornate gold embellishments.

The contrast of her high-waisted black shorts with gold embroidery, paired with a thick belt and a gold pendant, made her look both regal and edgy.

You, on the other hand, wore an oversized black pinstripe blazer with a matching waistcoat underneath, your wide-legged trousers flowing elegantly as you sat relaxed, your arm occasionally brushing against Chaeyoung's.

Every time the cameras flashed to the two of you, the fans in the arena erupted into cheers, their screams of excitement filling the venue.

Chaeyoung would laugh loudly and fall onto your shoulder, slapping your thigh, while you both giggled at the attention.

"Are they ever going to calm down?" you whispered, barely able to contain your own laughter.

"I doubt it!" Chaeyoung replied, wiping away tears of joy as the camera panned to another shot.

After several awards had been handed out, the time finally came for the announcement of Best Actor of the Year.

The room fell silent, the anticipation almost palpable.

Chaeyoung squeezed your hand under the table, her nerves showing for the first time all night.

"And the Best Actor of the Year goes to..."

"Son Chaeyoung!"

The arena exploded into deafening cheers. You both shot out of your seats, hugging each other tightly, jumping up and down like excited children.

Chaeyoung looked at you with wide, disbelieving eyes, her face radiant with joy.

You held her close for a moment longer before letting her go, watching with pride as she ascended the stage to accept her award.

Chaeyoung took a deep breath as she gazed down at the gleaming trophy in her hands.

The crowd's cheers quieted, waiting for her to speak.

She brought the microphone closer and smiled, her voice soft but steady.

"This... this award means everything to me," she began.

"I never imagined I'd be standing here, holding this, being recognized for something I was so scared to try. But I wouldn't be here if it weren't for my fans, my friends, and everyone who supported me on this journey."

The crowd clapped and cheered as she paused, taking in the moment.

Then her eyes found you in the audience, and her smile deepened.

"And I especially want to thank someone who's been there from the very beginning," she continued, her voice more tender now.

"My director, Sora." The crowd's reaction to your name was thunderous, but Chaeyoung kept speaking through it, her focus on you.

"At first, we didn't get along. We butted heads more times than I can count, and honestly, I didn't think I could do this. But you didn't give up on me. You pushed me, believed in me, and made me a star, just like I asked you to."

You felt your heart swell with pride, your vision blurring slightly from the tears gathering in your eyes.

"This award isn't just mine," Chaeyoung said, holding the trophy up high.