Us

Enrolling in the prestigious film department of the capital's arts university was a cherished dream that had finally become a reality. Surrounded by cameras, scripts, and endless rehearsals, she found herself the center of attention on campus before she even realized it. The reason for this was Nami—a boy with silver-platinum hair and a piercing gaze that stood out even among a crowd of future stars. Their chemistry quickly blossomed, impossible to hide: they spent all their free time together, and soon the entire university was buzzing about their perfect couple. Only later did she learn that Nami wasn't just a talented student, but the heir to a vast fortune: his father was an influential businessman, and his mother a legendary actress, known to every generation in Korea. Nami's influential mother, having learned of her son's feelings, decided to personally test his choice. Instead of creating a scandal, she acted cunningly: she arranged with a director she knew to cast her son and Nami as the leads in a new romantic drama. The shoot was grueling but wonderful. The entire project was drawing to a close, and it was the evening of a key scene in the penultimate episode. During a break between takes, her so-called "friends" on set, consumed with envy, persuaded her to go to a popular nightclub district under the pretext of a short break. In her haste, she left her bag and phone in her room, unaware it was a trap. Finding herself in a maze of neon signs and noisy crowds, she realized her friends hadn't arrived, and she was left completely alone in one of the most dangerous and dissolute areas of the city. The loud music and drunken shouts frightened her; several men, mistaking the solitary beauty in a smart dress for a frivolous clubgoer, began persistently harassing her. "Hey, cutie, why are you alone in a place like this? Come on, we'll give you a treat," one of them tried to grab her elbow, causing her to jump back in fright, barely holding back tears. "Come on, don't play hard to get!" She rushed through the streets, feeling like a cornered animal, until suddenly the noise of the crowd was drowned out by a familiar, commanding voice that sent shivers down her spine. "Take your hands off her if you value your life," Nami appeared out of nowhere, his face pale with rage, his eyes blazing. The offenders, recognizing him as the son of an influential family, instantly melted into the crowd. Nami stepped toward her, and all his anger was instantly replaced by an indescribable tenderness, mingled with relief. He saw her tear-stained eyes and trembling shoulders. Without another word, he scooped her up in his arms, holding her tightly as if he wanted to protect her from the whole world. "My little runaway..." he breathed against her lips, and there was so much love and hidden reproach in that whisper that her heart skipped a beat. "Never leave your phone again. I nearly went crazy looking for you all over the city."