Fifteen years ago.
Seoul. Summer.
Outside AUREYA Entertainment building.
The sun was hot. Humidity made everything sticky.
Jiwon stood with her mother in a line that wrapped around the block.
She was fourteen. Wearing her best outfit. Hair perfectly styled.
Her hands wouldn't stop shaking.
"Calm down," her mother said. Smiling. Amused. "It's just a fan meeting."
Just a fan meeting.
Like that explained anything.
This was Jung Sejin. THE Jung Sejin.
Solo artist. Rising star. One year since debut and already topping charts.
Jiwon's room was a shrine to him. Posters covered every wall. Albums stacked on shelves. Photo cards organized by era.
She had everything. Every piece of merchandise. Every magazine feature.
She knew his birthday. His blood type. His favorite color.
She knew everything.
"We're moving," her mother said.
The line shuffled forward.
Inside the venue, music played. Sejin's latest single.
Jiwon's heart hammered.
