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The air in Y/N's tiny apartment felt thick and suffocating on that humid Thursday night. The summer heat clung to everything, making her skin sticky even after a cold shower. She had spent the afternoon preparing a simple dinner—ramen with vegetables and some side dishes she knew Jay liked—hoping against hope for one normal evening where they could pretend to be an ordinary couple. Candles flickered on the small table, casting long shadows that danced mockingly across the walls covered in fad... Read Full Chapter

The days following the tabloid incident blurred into a pattern of fragile reconciliation and growing distance. Y/N tried to focus on her bookstore shifts, but her mind kept drifting back to Jay's excuses, the way his smiles now seemed calculated even in her memories. The rain had returned, mirroring the constant drizzle in her chest.

Her phone buzzed during a slow afternoon at work.

Jay: Stuck in practice till 3am again. These choreo's are killing us. Miss you like crazy though ❤️ Thinking ... Read Full Chapter

Y/N's morning started like any other—gray light filtering through the thin curtains of her one-room apartment, the distant hum of Seoul traffic already building. She sat at her small kitchen table with a lukewarm cup of instant coffee, scrolling mindlessly through her phone while her half-eaten toast grew cold. The usual notifications: spam emails from music labels, a few likes on her private lyrics account, and then the algorithm pushed something that stopped her cold.

It was a tabloid art... Read Full Chapter

The hotel room was dimly lit, curtains drawn against the prying world outside. Jay's fingers traced slow patterns along her arm as rain tapped against the window like forgotten promises. "You're different," he whispered, pulling her closer. "Everyone wants the idol Jay. You see the guy who's scared half the time."

Y/N curled into him, believing every word that fell from his lips. They moved together slowly at first, then desperately, skin against skin, breaths mingling in the dark. It felt l... Read Full Chapter

The first secret date was on a hidden rooftop accessible only through a back alley Jay seemed to know well. He arrived with takeout bags, a thick blanket, and a shy smile that made her forget the risks. They spread everything out under the city lights, the Han River glittering in the distance like scattered diamonds.

"You ever feel like the world is moving too fast?" he asked, leaning back on his elbows. He told her about the endless practices, the pressure to be perfect, the way fans saw a... Read Full Chapter