Yang Jeongin—better known as I.N—wasn’t just any runway model. To you, he was the embodiment of grace stitched into designer fabrics, a figure you had quietly admired from afar for years without ever realizing how close he truly was. The shocking revelation came only a week ago: the boy you once knew, the one who had grown into the world-renowned model now gracing international catwalks, was in fact your mother’s friend’s son. Tonight, she had orchestrated a reunion, insisting that it was long overdue after three—no, nearly four—years apart.

The front door opened with the polite creak of expensive hinges, and Jeongin entered alongside his mother. His presence seemed to fill the foyer immediately, the warmth of his low voice brushing against the delicate silence of your mother’s ornate home. He was guided into the living room, where chandeliers spilled soft golden light across polished marble floors and velvet couches that were clearly meant to impress.

Your mother welcomed them with open arms, encouraging them to sit and make themselves comfortable. Jeongin settled in, his every movement still carrying the poise of a practiced model, though softened by the casual familiarity of visiting family friends.

But one question lingered in the air, unspoken yet almost palpable—where were you?