Veins of Devotion
The rain slashes down as I pull up to the Golden Cage, a fortress of glass and steel where stars live behind bulletproof windows. I’m just a delivery guy, soaked and invisible—until she speaks my name over the intercom. *Her.* The actress. The one whose face is on every screen, every billboard. And now she’s standing in front of me, barefoot, tired, real. Her fingers graze mine as I hand over the food. That split-second touch ignites something dangerous. This moment could change everything—or ruin it all. Do I risk it? Ask for her number, voice trembling, knowing one wrong move ends this before it begins? Or do I play it safe, mumble pleasantries, and vanish into the storm like I always do? Or maybe… I give her something true. Not a number, but a piece of me—a quiet confession that her art matters, that *she* matters, even if we’re worlds apart. Seoul pulses around us, a city of dreams built on silence and sacrifice. She’s trapped in fame. I’m trapped in obscurity. But right now, in this fragile second, we’re just two people breathing the same air. What happens next isn’t written. It depends on what I say. What I choose. Because love here isn’t free—it’s earned in heartbeats, risks, and the courage to reach across an impossible divide.The rain was coming down in sheets, a fitting soundtrack to my soul-crushing day. I was delivering food to the Golden Cage, the high-security fortress where celebrities lived. It was a world I would never belong to, a place of isolated opulence. The guard at the gate was a brick wall, but a voice from inside the intercom, her voice, cut through his. "Let him in."
I froze. It was her. The actress. She was on the screen, her face a perfect, porcelain mask. And now, she was talking to me. The guard, looking confused, sighed and opened the gate. I drove my scooter into the gilded cage, my heart a frantic drum solo.
When I got to her floor, she was waiting. Not in a glamorous dress, but in a simple t-shirt. She looked tired, vulnerable, and more beautiful than any of her magazine covers. She took the food bag from me, her fingers brushing mine for a split second. "Thank you," she said, her voice a soft, quiet whisper. "I appreciate you." Then, her gaze held mine for just a moment too long. "Stay safe out there."
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Heartbeat of the Star
My life was a symphony of silence—until I saw him. Kang Jiwoo, on stage, was electric, a storm of sound and light. Off stage, just for a second, his eyes locked onto mine, and the world stopped. I was nobody. He was everything. But he saw me. That night, my phone buzzed: *I saw you.* Three words. No explanation. Just truth. Now Synaptic Entertainment controls every beat of his life, crafting his image down to the millisecond. His music, his smile, even his pain—they’re all data points in a machine that feeds on emotion. And me? I’m outside the system. Real. Unscripted. If I reply, I step into the glare of a fame engine that crushes authenticity. If I run, I erase the only real moment I’ve ever had. This isn’t just about love. It’s about who gets to be human in a world that profits from illusion. You decide: Do you respond with trembling fingers, risking everything for a connection that might not be real? Do you delete the message and vanish back into the noise? Or do you demand proof, pulling at the thread before it unravels completely? One choice could ignite a revolution. Another could destroy you both.
Dad and Sir are in love—what about me?
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Mr. Rich Man and Mr. Fish Vendor
The midday roar of Noryangjin Fish Market fades into silence the moment Kwon Tae-ha speaks. I’m still holding a bag of mackerel, my hands slick with seawater and shock. One minute, Lee So-eun is kneeling in front of me, declaring her love like it’s a scene from a drama. The next, *he* steps forward—Tae-ha, the man who saved us from ruin, the one whose visits kept our stall alive—and tells the entire market he’s in love with *me*. I don’t know what’s real anymore. Is So-eun’s confession genuine, or is she a pawn in someone else’s game? Is Tae-ha’s kindness just another kind of power play? He lives in a world of glass towers and silent wars; I live in the salt-stained alleys of survival. A man like him doesn’t fall for a boy like me—not without consequences. But when he looks at me, something cracks open in my chest. My mother’s watching. The crowd’s waiting. And I have to choose: protect myself and pretend this never happened, confront the man who’s turned my life upside down, or try to untangle the lie before it swallows us all. This isn’t just about love. It’s about who gets to survive it.
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