In the world of flashing cameras and soaring aspirations, Naeun, a dedicated freelance model juggling her studies, shares a deep, secret love with Taemin, the fresh face of SHINee, the newest idol sensation. Their bond was once unbreakable, but when...
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Naeun's POV,
I reached out, my fingers wrapping around Taemin's hand, pulling his attention to me. "Why?" he asked, a mix of curiosity and affection in his eyes.
I hummed thoughtfully, my gaze locked with his. "Let's head back inside. This event is all about you and your group. They must be looking for you."
"Joonwoon can handle things, don't worry. And the other members are here too," he assured with a soft smile, a hint of playfulness in his tone. Yet, I remained resolute about going back inside.
"Alright, let's go then." Taemin rose from his seat, extending a hand to help me up. The touch of his hand against mine sent a warmth through me, a feeling of being understood.
Our eyes held a silent exchange, and I spoke in a hushed voice. "I can't be selfish and keep you away for too long." A light chuckle escaped me, and I stuck my tongue out playfully. "Even if you did, I wouldn't mind," Taemin replied, his voice gentle and reassuring. He sealed his words with a tender kiss on my forehead, a gesture that filled me with warmth.
His fingers intertwined with mine, and together we stepped back into the room, where the atmosphere buzzed with energy and excitement. Seated beside Bomi, we continued sipping our drinks, allowing ourselves to blend into the lively crowd.
As we waited for the event to wind down, I couldn't help but steal glances at Taemin. Despite the surrounding noise, his presence offered a sense of calm—a reminder that amidst the frenzy of the world, we had our own private connection, an anchor that kept us grounded.
"You two don't need to worry about cleaning up. We gentlemen will handle it," Joonwoon chimed in cheerfully, his voice carrying a lighthearted tone as he playfully pointed at himself.
Bomi brushed aside his words, immediately taking charge by collecting glasses and heading to the sink. "The more hands, the quicker we finish," she rationalized, the determination in her voice evident as she turned on the tap, letting the water flow over the glassware.
Joonwoon let out a sigh, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "She really doesn't listen, does she?" I chuckled at their playful banter, joining Bomi in assisting with the glasses and wine bottles. Meanwhile, Taemin and Joonwoon worked on tidying up the tables, folding them with practiced efficiency.
With the glasses properly rinsed, we approached Taemin and Joonwoon, ready to help move the folded tables to a corner. However, Taemin's firm words stopped us. "You girls can't lift these tables. Just observe, but don't touch."
Bomi tugged at a folded table with a mischievous grin, testing its weight despite Joonwoon's warning. "That goes for you too, Bomi. Hands off," Joonwoon chimed in, shaking his head at her antics. We settled back into our chairs, observing as Taemin and Joonwoon continued to clear the area and put things in order.
