When Stars Collide [KTH]

CHAPTER 4: Award Show 🌟

I stretched, yawning as I blinked awake. The room was filled with soft morning light, and for a brief moment, everything seemed perfectly normal. But then, like a punch to the gut, the memory of my dream came rushing back.

"Ah, shit." I sat up, rubbing my face. Why the hell did I have to dream about Yn? My best friend since forever, the one person who knew me better than anyone else. And it wasn't just any dream either. No, it had to be that kind of dream—sexy, intense, and way too vivid.

I groaned, running my hands through my hair. "Fuck. Why her? Why today?" Of all days, the award show was tonight. I'd be seeing her in just a few hours, and now... I didn't know how I was supposed to look at her without thinking about what I'd dreamt.

"Yn," I muttered, sighing. Why the fuck did I have to dream about fucking my best friend? This was a mess. She was the one person I'd vowed to keep things strictly friendly with, and now I felt like I'd crossed some invisible line—at least in my mind.

I shook my head, trying to push the images away, but they lingered, taunting me. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

I sat there, hands tangled in my hair, feeling like I'd just committed some sort of... sin. Dream or not, it felt wrong to see Yn that way, to even imagine something like that with her. She was my best friend—the one person I'd promised myself I'd never cross any lines with. And here I was, with images I couldn't seem to shake, feeling more than a little guilty.

"Damn it," I muttered, pressing my palms against my face, like somehow I could erase the memory if I tried hard enough. It felt like I'd betrayed her, like I'd broken some unspoken rule between us, even if she didn't know it.

With a heavy sigh, I fell back against my pillow, staring up at the ceiling as if it held some kind of answer. Why did this have to happen now? Of all days, it was the day I'd be seeing her at the award show, and now I didn't even know how I'd look at her without these feelings creeping back up.

"Get a grip, Taehyung," I told myself, cheeks heating up again at the thought of Yn. I felt myself chuckling out of sheer embarrassment, pressing my face into the pillow like it could hide my blush. Maybe if I ignored it long enough, it would just go away.

But deep down, I knew better.

At the award show...

I adjusted my black suit, taking my seat in the front row, trying to steady my thoughts. Tonight was a big night for our company—an award show that recognized industry leaders, innovators, and rising talents. My team and I had worked hard all year, and here we were. But then, as if on cue, Yn walked in, and I forgot about the award, the audience, and everything else.

She was stunning in a navy blue dress with a high slit that revealed just enough to make my heart skip a beat.