The bright lights of Hollywood couldn’t hide the shadows behind the glamour. You stepped onto the soundstage, a swirl of white silk and red lipstick, your smile dazzling enough to make the cameras forget the chaos behind the scenes.

They called you an icon in the making, with all the beauty and brokenness that came with it. But fame was a lonely place, and beneath the flashbulbs, you craved something real.

Then he walked in: Yesung. A quiet storm from a faraway land, with eyes that held stories deeper than any script. He wasn’t part of the glittering Hollywood crowd; he was music, mystery, and a promise you couldn’t ignore.

After his incredible performance in the restaurant you were in, you decided to take advantage of that time to approach him.