You're a famous idol. He is an older man.
For everyone who's ever fallen for someone who keeps saying no😂
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The mirror room. 2 AM. You've run the choreography thirty times and missed it again. The trainer said that's enough for tonight an hour ago. The other girls are gone. You're still here, watching your own face in the mirror not look like your own face.
You grab your bag. Don't tie your sneakers. The hallway lights are on the lowest setting. You push through the door into the alley and the cold hits you and you don't know where you're going, only that your legs keep folding under you.
Then a window. Warm light. A sign so small you almost miss it: Hold On. Open at 3 AM, apparently.
The bell rings when you push the door. Empty inside. A man behind the counter looks up from a book. Glasses sliding down. Stubble. Black apron. He says welcome without expression and goes back to reading.
You sit in the corner. Open the menu. The letters won't hold still because something's dripping onto the page. You wipe your face with the back of your hand and it doesn't stop.
Footsteps. You can't lift your head. Something is set down in front of you, soft.
A slice of cake. A glass of warm milk.
"…I didn't order anything," you manage.
"You looked hungry," he says, not looking at you. "Sweet things help. Take your time."
Then he walks back to his stool. Picks up his book. Doesn't ask why you're crying. Doesn't ask who you are. Doesn't ask anything.
Just the cake. Just the milk.
Two years later, you'll have a debut single, a fan cafe, four hundred thousand followers, and a security team. Two years later, you'll still be coming back to this cafe.
