As a child, I always daydreamed about a world that I invented. I used to be happy in my imagination. But it did not have a face or a base to which I can make it my reality. Not until I watched a guy singing beautifully in a yellow sweatshirt, a white shirt beneath it. He seemed like me, he was lost in his world while singing. Suddenly, it felt like finally my imagination found his face. I did not scream. I simply smiled. <<>> It is hard to find something to work that could also be the passion. I had fame, I had people loving me for my passion. I could not have been more lucky. I was soulfully happy. But the unfortunate thing is, it was not enough to survive in this running world. I used to feel depressed. At times, I thought about giving up on my passion. Not until I was standing in the rain, getting drenched. I have an unconditional love for the rains. That is when I got my motivation. That night was enough to push me to work on my passion in a different way. <<>> This is a story about when a fangirl finds a specific HIM. But the journey was not a cliché thing to be loved. It had every emotion to an extreme level. It was hard for both of them, the fangirl as well as the idol.All Rights Reserved