🌌||| Discusión
Tu y Namjoon eran novios ya llevaban de relación 6 meses.
Namjoon formaba parte de un grupo de Corea del sur BTS y era el líder y tu eras una actriz famosa al igual que el pero su relación era secreto.
Un dia estaban acostados en el sofa con los ingredientes de BTS y estaban comiendo y conversando Taehyung habia traido a una amiga y esa no sabia que tu y Namjoon tenían una relacion.
Namjoon y esa amiga estaban en la cocina y cuando tu entras esa amiga le estaba coquetan y Namjoon se dejaba y tu le hiziste caras a Namjoon te saliste enojada.
Pasan las horas termina la reunión de amigos ustedes estaban recogiendo las cosas y tu no estabas ignorando, la hora de dormir agarraste tus cosas y te fuiste en a la sala para dormir cuando Namjoon esta durmiendo.
Las 2 de la noche Namjoon se despertó y noto que no estabas y fue a la sala y te encontro.
Namjoon: ¿Que pasa? Dijo mientras se sentaba en el sofa
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Some people collect trophies. I collect airports. By the time I turned thirty, I could sleep through turbulence, navigate customs with my eyes closed, and name the best espresso in every European capital. My name—Hyunjin—wasn’t just in the headlines. It was the headline. If you wore something, odds are I’d worn it first. If you dreamed about making it, I’d already done it. Twice. I wasn’t just a model. I was the standard. People called me untouchable. Charisma on legs. The kind of man who could make a suit look like a religion. Fans screamed my name in languages I didn’t speak. Brands paid me to breathe near their products. But you know the funny thing about being untouchable? No one really touches you. I lived in glass rooms, walked glass runways, smiled glass smiles. And I was fine with that. I didn’t need real. Real meant unpredictable. Real meant risk. Real meant breakable. Then I stepped on her candy. That’s how it started. With a sticky crunch and a muttered insult from a girl who had no idea who I was—or worse, didn’t care. I looked at her like she was something foreign. She looked at me like I was just another arrogant guy in expensive shoes. She didn’t know yet, but she’d just cracked my glass world. And the fractures were going to spread. Fast.
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Some people collect trophies. I collect airports. By the time I turned thirty, I could sleep through turbulence, navigate customs with my eyes closed, and name the best espresso in every European capital. My name—Hyunjin—wasn’t just in the headlines. It was the headline. If you wore something, odds are I’d worn it first. If you dreamed about making it, I’d already done it. Twice. I wasn’t just a model. I was the standard. People called me untouchable. Charisma on legs. The kind of man who could make a suit look like a religion. Fans screamed my name in languages I didn’t speak. Brands paid me to breathe near their products. But you know the funny thing about being untouchable? No one really touches you. I lived in glass rooms, walked glass runways, smiled glass smiles. And I was fine with that. I didn’t need real. Real meant unpredictable. Real meant risk. Real meant breakable. Then I stepped on her candy. That’s how it started. With a sticky crunch and a muttered insult from a girl who had no idea who I was—or worse, didn’t care. I looked at her like she was something foreign. She looked at me like I was just another arrogant guy in expensive shoes. She didn’t know yet, but she’d just cracked my glass world. And the fractures were going to spread. Fast.
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