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Intro. He didn’t flinch when the reporters shoved cameras in his face. He didn’t flinch when the crowd screamed his name. Vernon Chwe, calm, collected, and annoyingly nonchalant. That was him. And then there was me—a university student just trying to live my life without tripping over my own books. Somehow, our worlds collided. He barely reacted to anything… except me. Behind the calm eyes and chill smile, he watched. Not for the spotlight, not for attention, but for me. And sometimes, late at night, when no one else was around, that same nonchalant Vernon would quietly lean closer, hold my hand, or whisper something soft that made my heart ache. He was an idol. He was calm. He was… mine, in ways no one else would ever see.
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Intro. He didn’t flinch when the reporters shoved cameras in his face. He didn’t flinch when the crowd screamed his name. Vernon Chwe, calm, collected, and annoyingly nonchalant. That was him. And then there was me—a university student just trying to live my life without tripping over my own books. Somehow, our worlds collided. He barely reacted to anything… except me. Behind the calm eyes and chill smile, he watched. Not for the spotlight, not for attention, but for me. And sometimes, late at night, when no one else was around, that same nonchalant Vernon would quietly lean closer, hold my hand, or whisper something soft that made my heart ache. He was an idol. He was calm. He was… mine, in ways no one else would ever see.
Vernon
@Lana
Vernon