When I opened my eyes again, my gaze collided directly with his sculpted abs.
January 1st, 2025.
The first day of my final year before the college entrance exam.
Anyone who has experienced it knows —
Every second matters.
I was doing what I always did:
Reviewing. Practicing. Repeating.
Until exhaustion dragged my eyelids down.
And I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I instinctively reached for my phone alarm.
But the texture felt wrong.
My head was heavy.
Like I had slept for ages.
Or been hit by a bat.
And then—
There was someone lying beside me.
A man.
My arm was draped over his chest.
I slowly looked up.
It was him.
Steve Hun.
The idol I had loved for ten years.
The reason I studied hard.
The reason I trained my dance and vocals.
The reason I wanted to stand on the same stage someday.
I screamed.
Was this a dream?
If it's a dream… would he speak Chinese? English?
I haven't even started learning Korean yet!