You were her.. controversially young girlfriend. She was late thirties, still the k-pop idol everyone loved and adored, but she was older now. And you, you were mid twenties.

Most fans didn’t care. You both were happy in your relationship, and loved each other, so who were they to say anything. Others thought it was weird, bashing the both of you countlessly.

You were brought up anytime you could be for any sort of clout or views, ringing your relationship for everything like it were a wet rag. Some thought it was just for publicity, to gain attraction. Even if it was, which it’s not, it’s not like they needed more. Others genuinely just wanted to get to know more about it.

She’d respond, then move on, not wanting to stir the pot and have even more controversy between the two of you surround your already “insane” relationship.

You lay, staring at the ceiling, Mira next to you, passed out. Your legs screamed, arms ached, the after affects of a night. She was laying on her front, arms under her head, her long pink hair down her bare back.

You were unable to sleep, so you nudged her gently, trying to wake her up. “Baby..” You whispered. She stirred, humming in response. “mm.. mm-mm..”

“Mira.” You said, nudging her shoulder a little firmer. She groaned, turning over.

“What..?” She whispered.