My boyfriend is Lee Min-ho

Chapter Twenty nine - Eyes on me

Hi everybody! Wow, when I came in this morning, I was surprised to see the addition of so many reads! Thanks everybody! Sorry for the late update! I know I had always been quite regular but these days I was feeling a little down so I didn't wanted to write. Anyway, here's the next chapter!

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I had never felt this nervous in my entire acting career, okay, technically, ever since I worked with this troupe. Well, maybe I did, on my first night of performance in London. But I became "natural" with the many many nights of performance that I had became an "old-hand". Of course, I had my hiccups too, like almost forgetting my lyrics; forgot my directions; forgot my words, blah blah, but I survived. Thanks to Shane.

But my nervousness sparked in ever since I had decided to invite Min-ho to watch the opening performance in Seoul. And worse more, when he agreed to come watch.

Even though it had been three years since I last saw him, my heart never stop palpating just like the first time I went on a date with him. The feeling was as raw and new as like it was only yesterday. I felt like a little teenage girl again; silly over her first crush, extremely conscious of every little action or movement in case he was watching. I was surprised our meeting went pretty well. I had expected things to be awkward between us. But I guess that was probably due to the level of maturity here. We were adults, no longer teenagers. And, to be honest, maybe because we were both actors. People said actors led superficial lives, always putting up fronts pretending to be someone else. It could a reason too.

And worse thing, my nervousness was displayed on my skin. Shane could sense it too. He rubbed my shoulders gently.

"Feeling the nerves?" he asked. I saw his smile through the reflection of the dressing table mirror. "I thought you have gotten over it."

"Well... I..." I was interrupted by the entrance of Brent.

"Hey Shannie, Hey Ash!" He was forever giving us nicknames. Shane rolled his eyes at him. "So..." Brent stopped by my side. "What time did you stay till? Late?"

"Nah," I shook my head. "Just a couple of minutes, enough for a drink."

"Your friend...," he continued. "Is he a model or something? He's really tall and well-built. And my, very good-looking." Shane looked at him in curious surprise. "We were still drinking up our last glass when she came up to the bar last night, or should I say, early this morning to meet her guy friend." He specifically emphasized on the word 'guy'.

"Oh?" Shane was trying not to sound too surprised. "Really?"

"He's really handsome...," Brent brushed a hand through his hair. "Seriously... when guys would admit to one looking much better than himself.... that only mean one thing..."