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 miss you," the words slipped from my lips as I caught sight of his figure in the distance. Our eyes met, but his expression was blank—no smile, no movement, just cold indifference.
A flurry of memories rushed through my mind. "I promise I'll stay," he had whispered once, holding me close, his voice filled with conviction. Now, those words echoed in my ears, empty and broken.
From afar, I watched him perform, his presence on stage larger than life. Tears blurred my vision as reality set in. "...but you lied. You didn't stay." The quiet murmur escaped my throat, but it wasn't enough. The pain swelled, twisting into something sharp, something uncontrollable. My voice rose in anguish, "YOU LIAR!"
The scream tore from my throat, piercing the silence of the room. My own ears throbbed with the sound as I was jolted back to reality by two small hands shaking me awake.
"Mom, are you having a nightmare again?" Yongrae's soft, worried voice broke through the fog, pulling me out of the nightmare's grip.
I gasped for air, my heart racing as I blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. The room came into focus, dimly lit, my body drenched in cold sweat. I reached out, pulling Yongrae into a tight embrace, holding him close, needing to feel grounded.
"Hey, baby," I whispered, my voice unsteady, trying to reassure him. He looked at me with wide, concerned eyes, his worry palpable.
"It's okay. Yongrae is here for you, Mom. I'll stay with you." His words were like a balm to my frayed nerves, soothing the storm inside me. I clung to him, grateful for his presence, for this lifeline pulling me back from the abyss.
As I stroked his hair, a wave of emotions washed over me—gratitude, fear, determination. I had to stay strong, for him. "Mom is fine now, baby," I whispered, hoping my voice sounded more convincing than I felt.
It had been five long years since everything changed, a journey of both triumphs and struggles. But through it all, Yongrae and I had faced every challenge together, our bond unbreakable. He had seen me at my lowest, witnessed the depths of my pain, and yet he remained, steadfast and strong, my constant source of light.
But the nightmares—they never left. They haunted me, night after night, dragging me back to a time I could never fully escape. They always centered around him—Taemin. The yearning for him, the loss, the betrayal—it was all too raw, too real, even after all these years. My heart ached for something that was long gone, and my nights became battlegrounds of longing and unresolved grief.
I often wondered—did Taemin ever think about me? Did he remember the life he'd left behind? The questions lingered like shadows, always present, never answered. While he had risen to the heights of fame, I had carved out my own path. As a model with Qee Int Agency, I had built a name for myself—Son Naeun, a figure of elegance and grace. But beneath the polished exterior, the pain still simmered.
