The morning sun was gentle, casting a soft glow through Choen's windows as she folded another silk blouse into her suitcase. Each item she packed wasn't just fabric or makeup—it was a piece of her stepping into the unknown. The world tour was just around the corner, and everything about her life was on the edge of something new.
She reached for her notebook, tucked under a pile of travel essentials. Scribbled across the cover was a reminder in her own handwriting: "This is your story now."
Just as she was folding in her favorite perfume pouch, her mother peeked into the room, holding her phone.
"Choen," she said, eyes wide with surprise. "You're on the news!"
Choen blinked. "Huh? Me?"
Her mother turned the phone toward her. A broadcast was playing: "The upcoming Glitter world tour now teases a stunning guest appearance by a rising fashion muse and creative icon, the beautiful Choen... Fans are already excited for what she brings to the global stage!"
Choen's jaw dropped a little. "What... how do they even—?"
"It's official now," her mom grinned, stepping forward and helping fold another dress. "You're really going."
Before Choen could fully process the wave of emotions—anxious, proud, a little nervous—ding dong! The doorbell rang.
She exchanged a look with her mom.
"Expecting anyone?" her mother asked.
Choen shook her head and padded toward the door. As it creaked open—
"Boom," a familiar voice said.
Choen gasped.
Standing at the doorway with a bright, smug grin and a handful of garment bags was none other than Dokkaebi.
"You didn't think I'd let you go on tour without proper K-fashion, did you?" he said, stepping in with swagger. "Designer looks, glam squad essentials, and a touch of good luck."
Choen blinked, half-shocked and half-annoyed at how effortless he made everything seem.
"W-Why are you here?" she asked, though a smile was creeping at the edge of her lips.
"Delivery service," he winked. "Special request from your stylists. Plus, someone had to make sure you weren't just packing granola bars and dreams."
Before Choen could argue, her mom's voice rang out from behind.
"Dokkaebi! Don't just stand there, come in. You've got time for tea, right?"
He gave a small laugh, stepping inside and setting the bags down carefully. "Only if it's jasmine."
As the kettle whistled, the three of them sat in the warm kitchen. Her mother poured tea while Dokkaebi peeked at the designs she'd drawn, all lined up neatly on her desk.
"You know," he said, holding up a sketch of a flowing stage costume, "these are pretty incredible. You're not just a guest anymore. You're becoming the show."
Choen blushed slightly. "I'm just... trying."
"You're doing," her mom corrected softly. "And we're proud."
There was a moment of quiet between them. The buzz of her name on the news. The scent of tea. The crisp rustle of designer fabrics. It all felt real now—tangible.
But in Choen's heart, one tiny question still fluttered: Was this just the beginning, or the calm before another storm?
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Omg, wasn't that a whole scene? From surprise news flashes to Dokkaebi showing up like a K-drama lead with outfit bags—yes, we're in our main character energy era now! 🌟
So, what do you think is coming next? 👀 The world tour is just days away, but you know in this story, anything can happen. Don't forget to vote, comment, or share if you're vibing with Choen's journey! 💖
Stay tuned . The stage is set, and the drama... is far from over. 🎤🔥
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