Chapter 2: Stolen Moments
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 version of him that wasn't real. Y/N shared her own struggles—rejection letters from music labels, the grind of part-time jobs, the fear that her voice would never be heard.
His hand found hers, warm and steady. "You make me feel normal. Like I can breathe."
The texts became her lifeline.
Jay: Can't stop thinking about last night. Your laugh is my new favorite sound. Schedule is hell but I need to see you again soon.
Y/N: I'm smiling like an idiot. Be safe out there.
Jay: Always. You're my escape.
There were late-night drives in his tinted van, stolen kisses at red lights, his fingers tangled in her hair as if she was the only thing anchoring him. One night he canceled last minute—"emergency practice"—but followed up with voice notes apologizing, voice tired but sweet. She ignored how his stories sometimes didn't add up, how his phone lit up with notifications he silenced quickly. In those moments, wrapped in his arms on that rooftop or in hidden corners, he was hers. And that felt like enough to build a future on.
But as the weeks passed, the stolen moments started feeling like fragments—beautiful, but incomplete. She pushed the unease down, focusing on the way he looked at her like she was the only real thing in his glittering, fake world.
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