BlingBling. That's what everyone calls him, and for a good reason. He's so shiny; shiny eyes, shiny bling, in a band called SHINee. Sometimes she thinks his voice shines, too. He seems perfect in every way. The way the sweat from the light makes him glisten and how his muscles ripple isn't helping her too much.
If only she could meet him. That would be the best day ever; she would be complete.
But it's only a dream.
She sits in her room listening to her prescious BlingBling, absentmindedly doddling his name in her notebook. She at least wanted to see SHINee in concert. She would drool over her bias (and probably think of all the things she would let him do to her).
She lays down and drifts off to sleep. She is taken into a crowd of screaming girls. As she looks up, she sees her BlingBling and stares longingly. "Is he looking back at me?" she thinks to herself. His hand reaches out to her and she reaches back.
She wakes up.
Damn it. It was only a dream.