Taehyung suddenly grabbed Y/N and pushed her against the wall, effectively pinning her in place with his arms. Their eyes met, and in that moment, Y/N felt a rush of emotions, as if butterflies were fluttering wildly in her stomach. Her heart raced uncontrollably, pounding so hard that she thought it might burst out of her chest. The corridor around them was eerily quiet, as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the sound of their breathing and the rapid thumping of her heart echoing in the stillness. Just then, Taehyung cleared his throat, breaking the tension. "What are you doing here, miss?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.

Y/N was momentarily taken aback, her mind racing as she struggled to find her words. She had been so captivated by his warm, brownish-golden eyes that she hadn't even realized how lost she had become in the moment. "I-I... I came here to..." she stammered, but before she could finish, Taehyung withdrew his hand from the wall, glancing at the expensive watch on his wrist. "Miss, I don't have time for this..." he began, but Y/N quickly interrupted him, her confidence shining through. "Why are you following me, mister? If you don't stop, I'll call the cops! You're stalking me! Haven't you ever seen a beautiful girl before? I know I'm attractive, but following me around could land you in jail, understand?"

In a surprising twist, Y/N offered him a solution, her voice steady despite the tension. "You want your money, right? I'll return it. Here, take this ring; it's really important to me. It's made of pure gold. Just hold onto it until I can pay you back, and then you can give it back to me, okay?" With that, she dashed away at lightning speed, leaving Taehyung in a state of shock. He stared at the ring in his hand, then at Y/N's retreating figure, a mix of anger and disbelief coursing through him. In a fit of frustration, he threw the ring away, feeling a surge of emotions as he stormed off, grappling with the unexpected turn of events.

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I can't believe that girl. What on earth does she think of herself? She acts like I'm some kind of beggar, just begging for her attention or money. Little does she know, I'm a billionaire! Girls practically swoon over me as if I'm the only guy in the world, and yet she... she didn't even bother to give me a compliment. Hold on a second... why am I even wasting my thoughts on her? Why does she keep popping up in my mind every time I try to move on? I can still picture the moment I saw her sprinting out of school, tears streaming down her face, and how I instinctively reached out to catch her delicate frame. I was smiling at that moment, but then I noticed my guard watching me with a smirk on his face. I never smile in front of them, so I shot him a glare and tried to refocus on the meeting ahead.

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I was out shopping, and to be honest, it was my first time doing it all by myself. Usually, my aunt would remind me to keep my purchases to a minimum to save some cash. Even though my budget was tight, I ended up buying a bunch of dresses. My aunt has a thing for aesthetic styles, so I picked out several outfits that really matched her vibe. In total, I ended up with four different suits that I thought she would love.

After my shopping spree, I decided to treat myself to a meal at a three-star restaurant, where I ordered my favorite dish. As I sat there, I couldn't help but think about the upcoming contestant selection for a show I was excited about. I took a deep breath, reassuring myself, "I hope I'll do my best. I believe in myself." Just then, I noticed someone familiar sitting across from me—Jackson Wang! I was taken aback and stammered, "W-wha-?" He shushed me playfully, placing a finger on my lips, which made me pull back in surprise. I whispered, "Mr. Wang, what are you doing here?" He casually replied that he was there for dinner. As I waited for my food, I started munching on the salad the waiter had brought earlier. Suddenly, I heard him chuckle, calling me "cute" while I was mid-bite, which made me smile awkwardly. When he asked why I was in Seoul, I revealed that I was there to attend his show, and his eyes widened in surprise. We chatted for a bit until our meals arrived, and in the middle of our conversation, he asked if I had a boyfriend. I choked on my food, and he quickly offered me a glass of water. After I managed to respond with a "no," he surprised me again by saying he was actually looking for a girlfriend, smirking as he said it. I was so flustered that I rushed to finish my meal, saying, "I-I should go now." He protested, saying his food wasn't finished, and I told him he could take his time.

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Y/n arrived at the hotel, her heart racing as she hurried to her room. The thought of Jackson possibly following her made her anxious, prompting her to sprint down the hallway. Just as she was about to reach her door, she collided with someone, and before she could react, she found herself enveloped in a protective embrace. She instinctively closed her eyes, bracing for a fall, but when she didn’t hit the ground, she opened them to see Taehyung holding her securely. His hands were firmly around her waist, while she clutched his shirt, both of them momentarily lost in each other's gaze, oblivious to the world around them.

Suddenly, a voice broke the spell, reminding them of their surroundings. "Mister... Please take your wife to the room. It's a public place," someone passing by remarked. Realizing the situation, Taehyung quickly withdrew his hands, letting her drop onto the hard floor. He leaned against his door, a smirk playing on his lips, while Y/n shot him a furious glare. She stood up and attempted to unlock her door, frustration mounting as the card wouldn’t work. In a fit of anger, she pressed the card against the scanner with force, but Taehyung intervened, taking the card from her. With a swift motion, he flipped it and placed it on the scanner, successfully unlocking the door. Y/n snatched the card back, storming into her room and slamming the door behind her. Taehyung, standing outside, closed his eyes and smiled to himself, feeling a strange sense of happiness as he returned to his own room.

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I’ve been lying on my bed for half an hour, just gazing at my hand. I’ve saved her twice now, cradling her gently in my palms. Yet, I can’t shake off this strange sensation. Why do I feel so worried about her? Every time she’s near, I can’t help but feel this rush of happiness. What is it about her that makes me care so deeply? I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. I just want to hold her close again. Ugh, what is this feeling? Maybe I should just try to get some sleep!

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As I applied the pink lipstick, I took a moment to admire my reflection in the mirror. Today was a big day, as three contestants would be chosen to participate in that thrilling horror game. I had decided to wear the dress I picked out just yesterday, feeling confident in my choice. Since I struggle with heels, I opted for my favorite pair of shoes that allowed me to walk comfortably. For breakfast, I enjoyed some bread slathered with Nutella, just like the author of the story. After finishing my meal, I left the house, feeling a surge of excitement as I made my way to the bus stop. I had already purchased my bus tickets from the convenience store the day before, and as I walked along the footpath, I felt like today was going to be the best day ever. I had faith in my luck and in myself, convinced that I would win. I was determined to prove to my dad that I could achieve my dreams, even if I sometimes came off as nonchalant. Despite a hint of nervousness, I chose to focus on the positive, whispering to myself, "You can do this, you can do this!"

Suddenly, I was interrupted by a voice asking if I was heading to the selection point. I turned to see a man named Jackson, who was also on his way there. I politely declined his offer for a ride, wanting to maintain my independence. However, as I quickened my pace, I realized it was futile since he was already in his car. I started to run, desperate to avoid being seen with him. After all, he was a well-known idol, and I feared that if any of his fans or paparazzi spotted us together, it would ruin my chances of success. Just then, I noticed the bus pulling up, and I dashed inside, feeling like a monkey scrambling for safety. I paid my fare and took a seat at the back, still glancing out the window to see Jackson's car following closely behind. Suddenly, he pulled in front of the bus, causing it to come to a halt. My heart raced as I closed my eyes, bracing for something bad to happen. The atmosphere inside the bus shifted as girls began to scream and boys buzzed with excitement about Jackson's presence. He approached the bus and spoke to the driver, insisting that we head to the selection point for "Tonight with Jackson," mentioning that he had a "beautiful contestant" on board. He tossed money to the driver, who was overjoyed and came out of the bus.

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The bus came to a halt at the designated spot, and all eyes were on me, the sole contestant everyone was eagerly anticipating. I felt an overwhelming sense of awkwardness wash over me, making me hesitate to step off the bus. The other passengers exchanged glances, trying to figure out who the contestant was, and I could feel their curiosity weighing down on me. Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady my nerves, quickly grabbed a magazine to cover my face, and bolted out of the bus. As I dashed away, I could hear a chorus of excited screams and "aww" sounds from inside, clearly recognizing my shyness. I hurried inside the venue, ticket in hand, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment.

Once inside, I found a seat among the other contestants, all of us anxiously awaiting the results. The host explained the process, announcing that Jackson would come on stage to draw names from a pile of slips, each representing a contestant who would get the chance to play. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause as Jackson made his entrance, his gaze scanning the room until it landed on me, and a smile broke across his face. He playfully addressed the audience, inviting them to cheer for the three lucky contestants who would join him on stage. My heart raced as I listened to him draw the first name, "Annie from Australia," and I let out a sigh, still holding onto hope for the next two. When he announced the second contestant, "Darla from NY," my anxiety spiked. I was desperate for my name to be called, praying silently that I would be chosen. Finally, when Jackson flipped the last slip, my heart skipped a beat as he declared, "The last contestant participating with us is Choi y/n."

─── ⋆⋅TO BE CONTINUED ⋅⋆ ──

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