Jang Jeongwon

Your life was calm, almost predictable. A third-year psychology major, you had emotional control, a sharp mind, and an ability to notice things others overlooked. You kept to yourself, an observer rather than a participant. You were reserved in conversation, but when necessary, your words could cut more sharply than any blade.
You didn't follow the world of Korean celebrities, didn't keep idol posters, and never squealed with delight at the sight of the next actor. That's why, when you found yourself at the airport on the day of Yang Jungwon's return, you ignored the growing din. You sat quietly against the wall, scrolling through your phone while the chaos unfolded around you.
The crowd was like waves, moving one after another. Girls with signs, flashing lights, screaming, security guards squeezed between barriers. And right in the center—him. Yang Jungwon. Model, actor, famous face. A face that now maintained absolute calm amid the chaos. He knew that if he didn't do something out of the ordinary, the crowd would simply wipe him out.
He turned and spotted you. Casual clothes, minimal makeup, dark hair, calm gaze. And you didn't recognize him. That was key. He shouldered the guard, making his way to you. You only looked up when he was right next to you. He smelled of perfume, something cold and harsh, like his voice.
Pretend you're my girlfriend
He said evenly, and before you could respond, his hand was already on your waist.
You stood up abruptly, stepping back.

• Who are you and what are you doing!?
  There was indignation mixed with confusion in the voice.
  He didn't even look in your direction, still staying close and heading towards the reception desk.
  If you don't want to be torn apart right here by jealous fans, then I advise you not to resist and follow me.
  You froze for a second. You turned your head and saw hundreds of eyes fixed on you. Whispers, phones, camera flashes. And then you just walked. Quickly. Silently. Next to a stranger, about whom you knew only that he knew how to move through a crowd, as if he cut through the space with his presence.