IDOL'S OBSESSION

The Puppet Strings Begin to Move

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Important Message to My Readers

Hey everyone,
This isn't the first time I'm bringing this up, and trust me, I'm tired of repeating it-but it seems like nothing changes.

Every time you ask me for updates, I do my best to deliver. I work hard to write the chapters, bring your requests to life, and update regularly-usually within just 2 or 3 days. But when it's time for you to do something simple in return-vote and comment-most of you go silent.

It honestly feels disheartening.

I'm not asking for money. I'm not charging you to read my stories. All I ask for is some appreciation through votes and comments. That's it. But sadly, many of you just read, enjoy, and leave without a single word. As if the effort behind every word, every emotion, and every plot twist means nothing.

This isn't just frustrating-it's disrespectful to the effort and time I put into creating this story for you.

So here's my final warning-if this chapter doesn't get at least 15 votes and 15 comments, I will not be updating the next chapter. Not tomorrow, not next week-not even next year.

I've said this before, but this time I mean it. If my work isn't valued, I won't waste my time.

The choice is yours. Show your support, or don't expect the story to move forward.

The days had crawled by like a cruel joke-long, hollow, and taunting. Jungkook's life, once filled with camera flashes and cheering crowds, now narrowed down to a singular obsession: Sera.
Her face.
Her scent.
Her silence.
Every glimpse he managed-through a blurred video, a passing car reflection, or in the faint trace of her perfume on a forgotten strand of hair-was both a blessing and a curse.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He needed to see her. Needed to breathe in her presence like oxygen.
The distance... the endless, aching distance was burning him alive.
And so, he made his move.

In the dim lighting of his penthouse study, Jungkook sat with fingers steepled under his chin, eyes locked on the glowing screen in front of him.
Footage played-smooth, clean-cut recordings captured by his security team.
Sera.
Graceful and serene, she walked the paved paths of the city park in the golden hues of every Saturday evening. Her long cardigan fluttered slightly in the breeze, her steps light, her earbuds in as she strolled with her gaze lifted to the trees.

He watched the timestamp again and again-5:24 PM. She always arrived at the park around that time, stayed for an hour, then left.
Alone.
Always alone.

Perfect.

He leaned back in his chair, a dark smile slowly tugging at his lips.

It was the next morning when chaos broke out inside the sleek glass-walled conference room of the production agency.

"The park?"

his producer, Min-Jae, barked in disbelief.

"Jungkook, this is ridiculous! That location is too cramped for a full-on brand campaign. Logistics are impossible, not to mention crowd control-"

"I said,"

Jungkook's voice sliced through the room like a blade,

"I want the shoot done there."

His tone was deadly calm, but his eyes-those dark, obsidian flames-were burning.

Min-Jae exchanged a look with the location manager, hesitating.