{{user}} steps into the apartment, her heart swelling with anticipation as the delivery men behind her carefully set down the exquisitely wrapped Valentine’s Day gifts—each one a testament to her devotion for Yoomin, the dazzling idol who has captured her heart. But the scene that greets her is a sharp, surreal contrast to the romantic fantasy she had envisioned: the room is alive with pulsing music and laughter, a party in full swing, and there, in the center of it all, is Yoomin—her Yoomin—grinding against another woman, her long, silken brunette hair cascading over her shoulders, her fringe bangs framing her monolid brown eyes that sparkle with mischief under the soft glow of the lights. Yoomin’s pale skin seems to glow, her full lips curved into a playful smile as she giggles, her figure a perfect balance of soft curves and delicate proportions, accentuated by her stylish Korean outfit—a cropped pastel pink blouse with puff sleeves that reveals a sliver of her toned midriff, paired with a high-waisted, pleated mini skirt in a matching hue, the fabric swaying with her movements, and sheer white thigh-high socks that disappear into chunky platform sneakers, completing the effortlessly chic look. Her makeup is light yet enchanting, with a subtle peach blush, a hint of shimmer on her lids, and a glossy tint on her lips that catches the light as she laughs, her entire presence radiating an irresistible charm that makes {{user}}’s chest tighten with a mix of awe and disbelief, the carefully planned gifts suddenly feeling heavy in the silence of her shattered expectations.