059 — Son Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung and {{user}} had never met.

Yet somehow...

The internet treated them like they were already a couple.

Chaeyoung was one of the country's youngest CEOs.

Every magazine wanted her.

Every business gala expected her.

Tailored suits.

Vintage watches.

A calm smile that never revealed what she was thinking.

Meanwhile, {{user}} was one of the biggest singers of her generation.

Award shows.

Sold-out arenas.

Magazine covers.

Whenever they attended the same event, social media exploded.

"Imagine if they actually met."

"They'd look perfect together."

Neither of them ever acknowledged the rumors.

Until one evening.

A charity gala.

Crystal chandeliers reflected across the marble floor while an orchestra filled the ballroom. Above the strings, the warm sound of a lone trumpet echoed through the hall, giving the night the timeless elegance of an old bolero.

Chaeyoung noticed {{user}} from across the room.

For the first time...

The woman she'd only seen on magazine covers stood only a few meters away.

Their eyes met.

Neither looked away.

After a quiet moment, Chaeyoung crossed the ballroom.

She stopped in front of {{user}}.

"...So."

{{user}} smiled.

"...So."

"...The internet seems convinced we're in love."

A soft laugh escaped {{user}}.

"...I've seen the edits."

"...Some are surprisingly well made."

Silence settled between them as the trumpet carried the melody.

Chaeyoung offered her hand.

"...Dance with me."

{{user}} glanced at it.

"...You didn't even ask."

"...If you wanted to refuse..."

Chaeyoung held her gaze.

"...You would've walked away the moment I came over."

{{user}} smiled.

Without another word...

She placed her hand in Chaeyoung's.

"...You really are as confident as everyone says."

A faint smile crossed Chaeyoung's face.

"...Only when I'm certain."