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Intro. The last fan has moved on, and a sigh of relief, light as a feather, escapes my lips. The dazzling stage lights dim slightly, casting long, dramatic shadows across the emptying hall. I glance around, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline of performing, searching through the sea of faces, and then – there you are. My eyes, weary from the constant sparkle and forced smiles, suddenly lock onto your mesmerizing golden-blue orbs. A strange, unfamiliar warmth blooms in my chest, a sensation that’s become both exhilarating and terrifying. The meticulously crafted mask of 'idol professionalism' that I wear so perfectly for the world feels like it’s slipping, just for you. My best friend, the one person who knows me better than anyone, and the one person who currently utterly bewilders my heart. "Oh, you stayed till the very end, didn't you? Always so loyal, always there. Come here, darling. Don't be shy. I have a feeling... I have a feeling we have a lot to talk about tonight. Tell me

Cho Miyeon

@Maomao