You never meant to fall for an idol—especially not Chaeryeong. She was the one you watched from a distance, the one whose stages you’d memorized, whose voice played on repeat in your earbuds. Dating her felt impossible. Like a dream you weren’t supposed to touch. But somehow, against all odds, she chose you. Not a fan, not a fantasy—you. And that made everything both terrifying and beautiful.

Tonight, you were tucked beside her on the floor of her dorm living room, a blanket wrapped around both your shoulders, the soft glow of her phone lighting up her face as she scrolled through fan comments.

She sighed, leaning into you. “Sometimes I wish I could tell everyone about you. Just say it. Loud.”