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,
The cold tiles beneath my feet only amplified the pounding of my heart, each beat an echo of the growing anxiety within me. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my hands trembling as they hovered over the white stick resting by the sink. That small, innocuous object now held the answer to a question that had suddenly overtaken my entire world.
Taking a shaky breath, I forced myself to steady my nerves before reaching for the test. Seconds seemed to stretch into eternity as two faint lines gradually appeared. My gaze darted to the back of the box for confirmation. Two lines meant positive. I was pregnant.
A whirlwind of emotions surged through me—shock, fear, disbelief—each one vying for dominance. It felt like time had stopped, my grip tightening on the edge of the sink as the weight of the revelation settled in. My heart raced, my thoughts spinning out of control. Then, a knock at the door cut through the fog in my mind. Bomi's voice, gentle but concerned, seeped through. "Naeun, are you okay in there? Are you done?"
I tried to answer, but the words were caught in my throat, tangled in the knot of emotions I couldn't untangle. My name echoed in my mind, a reminder of the gravity of the situation. Taemin's face flashed in my thoughts—what would he say? What would he think?
Another knock followed, more insistent this time. "Naeun?" The concern in Bomi's voice was palpable.
The door creaked open, and Bomi stepped inside, holding the spare key. Our eyes met, and without a word, I moved toward her, desperate for the comfort of her presence. The dam holding back my emotions broke, and I collapsed into her arms, the tears flowing freely as I clung to her, unable to voice the storm raging inside me.
In silence, I held out the pregnancy test, my hand trembling as I showed her the confirmation of my fears, hopes, and everything in between. Bomi's hand gently rubbed my back, her touch grounding me in a moment where everything felt like it was slipping away. "It's okay, Naeun. I'm here."
My voice wavered as I finally managed to speak, my words barely a whisper. "I'm scared."
Bomi tightened her embrace, her words soft but filled with conviction. "You're not alone in this. We'll figure it out, one step at a time." Her reassurance, her unwavering presence, was like a lifeline, pulling me back from the edge of my fear. Yet, even as her comforting words wrapped around me, Taemin's name lingered at the forefront of my mind. What would this mean for him? For us?
"But what about Taemin, Bomi?" The question tore from me, my voice fragile and breaking, laced with sobs I could no longer contain.
She met my gaze, her own eyes filled with empathy, yet laced with concern. Reaching out, she gently wiped away the tears streaking my face. "He needs to know, Naeun. No matter what."
