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,
I stretched my arms and let out a contented yawn as I greeted the day. Today wasn't just any day—it was finally Taemin's debut. After freshening up and getting dressed, I double-checked the carefully packed lunch boxes I had prepared for him and the other members of SHINee. I had planned to drop them off at Music Bank before heading to my own photoshoot. Just as I was about to call a cab, a knock on my door interrupted my thoughts.
"Naeun, are you ready to drop off the lunch boxes?" Bomi's voice came through, her tone cheerful.
I opened the door and smiled at her. "I was going to take a cab."
Bomi shook her head, a determined glint in her eyes. "No way, you're coming with me. We're headed in the same direction." Without waiting for my response, she grabbed my hand, her excitement infectious as she tugged me toward the front door.
Together, we gathered the paper bags filled with lunch boxes and loaded them into the car. As Bomi took the driver's seat, I gazed out the window, my thoughts racing with a mix of emotions. Excitement, happiness, and a little nervousness—Taemin's dream was finally becoming reality, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by it all.
The streets flew by until we found a parking spot near the Music Bank venue. The SHINee food truck was already set up nearby, drawing fans in with its festive energy. We parked behind it, and I could feel the buzz of anticipation in the air. As I unbuckled my seatbelt, ready to immerse myself in the moment, Bomi handed me a mask. I hesitated for a second.
"If you want to be recognized by the fans, you can skip it," she teased with a knowing smile. Her implication was clear: not wearing the mask could stir some unnecessary attention. I quickly slipped it on, not wanting to draw focus away from the day's real star. We approached the food truck, handing over the lunch boxes to the staff, who accepted them with warm smiles.
Bomi and I lingered for a bit, scanning the drink menu that was being offered to the fans. One of the workers approached us with a thoughtful smile. "If you'd like, we can make some drinks for you. It could help promote the group's debut."
I smiled back. "That would be great, thank you! Whatever you recommend."
As they prepared the drinks, I let my eyes wander, wondering if Taemin and the others had arrived yet. The thought of him being just out of sight, about to step into this new chapter, filled me with a quiet joy. I imagined the look on his face when he saw the lunch boxes—how his eyes would light up, just as they always did when something made him truly happy.
"Naeun!" Bomi's voice snapped me back to reality. She handed me one of the drinks, and I couldn't resist capturing the moment. I snapped a quick photo of my coffee next to one of the lunch boxes, which was adorned with a picture of Taemin and a message I'd written inside. It was my first time doing something like this—being part of a fan event—and I couldn't contain the giddiness bubbling up inside me.
