"If addiction had another name, it would be Hwayoung, he believed."
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Every fan imagines meeting their favourites someday in their life.
Cho Hwayoung loves TJ, a rapper, singer songwriter.
Kim Taejoon loves Ezra, writer of his fav...
⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ Mention of r*pe, s*icide. Not explicit but insinuated.
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Taejoon held Hwayoung close, not willing to put space between them in fear of losing her. So, they sat against the headboard, his arm around her shoulders and her head on his shoulder.
"I had an elder sister, Emily. She was an artist, made acrylic paintings. It was her dream to make it big as an artist. She struggled a lot with it, and to earn money, she took on modelling jobs. You know how European features are so sought out here and she was good at it. Really good. With her rising fame, people finally started appreciating her art and it sold well too.
"She slowly started withdrawing from the modelling industry because she didn't need it anymore. Everyone was fine with it because she had some really loyal fans. Among them was a young man from an influential family. At first we thought it was cute that he sent her gifts and 'coincidentally' met her in unexpected places. She never liked him that way though and he knew." She paused then and took a deep breath, preparing for the hard part.
"Turned out he was full on stalking her. We tried to go to the police but there wasn't enough evidence and he had more power than us and he got away with a warning from our families. He was silent for a long time until my sister decided to get engaged to her long term boyfriend. He couldn't handle it and..."
Hwayoung closed her eyes, remembering the scene as if it was yesterday. The sirens in front of her house, her mother's screams and a lifeless hand peeking through the white sheet covering Emily's body. She felt his hold on her tighten as she took a shaky breath, knowing she wasn't in the past anymore. She was in the present with Taejoon. She felt his heartbeat underneath her fingers and carried on.
“He caught her unaware one day in a club, got the bartender to spike her drink and he just…” this time she couldn't help the hitch in her breath, remembering the events that followed. By the tight grip of his hand, she knew he understood what had happened next.
“He made a video and threatened to release it if she reported it to the police. We had enough photos and DNA evidence but Emily refused to do anything. She refused to talk to anyone about it. Cancelled the engagement without telling her fiance the real reason and one day, it got too much and she couldn't live anymore with the nightmares.
“When police started investigating because of her suicide note and how she explicitly mentioned the rapist and posted it on her social media, there was no way to stop the public outrage. He was caught and punished eventually but it hurt us that the time he served was so minimal and my sister had to die to get even that much. She had deserved better and the government failed us," she paused a moment, taking a breath to calm her rage.
“For the next three years I lived in fear because of that man, knowing how crazy he is. The incident had made headlines and those around us knew it was about our family and things were a little difficult for us but we are trying to move on from it but you have no idea how us going public will affect your career. Although there are people with sense, there are those who will try to drag you down. And if that man still seeks vengeance, he will try to hurt my family again through you and I can't let that happen. I can't let you get hurt because of me.”
