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,
"Babe, where are you?" The warmth in his voice wrapped around me through the voice message, and despite myself, a soft smile crept across my lips. Quickly, I recorded my response, my voice light, "I'm on my way!"
I stood outside the apartment building, feeling the weight of anticipation settle in. I had asked Bomi, my ever-reliable friend, to give me a ride. Knowing our usual pattern, we'd be fashionably late. In fact, the event had already kicked off 30 minutes ago.
A familiar honk echoed, and I turned just in time to see Bomi's grin from the driver's seat as her window rolled down. Her casual wave invited me over. I slid into the front seat, unable to resist, "We're cutting it close."
"As usual," she laughed, flashing me a cheeky smile as she stuck her tongue out playfully. With a smooth turn of the wheel, we were on our way. Taemin, my boyfriend, had invited me to this intimate celebration, marking his debut alongside his fellow members.
It was surreal—Taemin's group debut had been a long time coming, years of relentless training under the famous SM Entertainment finally paying off. Everyone close to him was celebrating this huge milestone. But amidst the joy, I couldn't shake the thought that his life would change after tonight. His schedule would only get busier, and moments like these might become rare. Still, I knew I was ready to be there, through it all—because this was his dream.
We arrived at the venue, the details of which Taemin had kept deliberately vague, adding a bit of mystery to the night. I called him, and he answered with a teasing, "You're finally here?" After giving us the entry code, I hung up and, with Bomi by my side, stepped into the building.
Bomi's eyes roamed the space as we entered. "Is this their studio?" she asked, curiosity evident. I shrugged. "Maybe," I said, equally unsure but intrigued.
We found Taemin and his manager, Joonwoon, waiting to greet us. Both were warm, though Joonwoon's raised eyebrow at our timing said it all. I just smiled. We followed them into a room bustling with people.
Bomi nudged me, her eyes wide as she scanned the crowd. "I thought you said this was small?"
"It is," I grinned. "Small, just... with a lot of people." We shared a quiet laugh, the bubbling excitement in the room infectious.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms wrap gently around my waist, pulling me back into a familiar warmth. His chin rested on my shoulder, his breath brushing against my ear. "Late again?" he teased, his voice soft yet playful, knowing full well this was our pattern.
I leaned back into him, feeling the comfort of his presence. "You know us," I murmured, a grin tugging at my lips. "Always just in time."
I playfully stuck out my tongue. "You should be used to it by now." His fingers gently pinched my cheek before his lips brushed mine in a soft kiss. I flinched slightly, a nervousness creeping in as I glanced at the crowd. "Is this really appropriate here?" I whispered, my unease slipping out.
