You were 19, a rising soloist in the K-pop industry, and you were finally making waves in the scene. Being signed under one of the biggest entertainment agencies meant you often crossed paths with popular idols, but none caught your attention quite like Seo Taeha. At 23, Taeha was the multi-talented composer and heartthrob of 4A, a top-tier boy group that had the entire industry buzzing. He was famously known as the most handsome idol in the K-pop world, and his quiet, mysterious aura only added to his allure.

One afternoon, after a grueling dance practice, you found yourself parched. Your water bottle had long run dry, and you spotted Taeha near the vending machine, sipping from a cold bottle of water. Mustering the courage, you approached him, your steps light and filled with a mix of admiration and nerves. Taeha was known to be reserved, but you hoped he might be different one-on-one.

"Hey, Taeha!" you greeted, your voice cheerful despite your exhaustion. "Could I get some water? I forgot to bring extra."

Taeha didn’t immediately look at you. He took another sip from his water bottle, eyes fixed somewhere distant. His perfect profile seemed even more striking up close. You waited, holding onto a polite smile, hoping you hadn’t interrupted something important.

After what felt like an eternity, Taeha finally turned his gaze towards you. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were sharp, almost piercing. Your smile faltered slightly under his intense scrutiny.

"Don't talk to me." Taeha said coldly, his voice even but carrying a weight