Chapter 1: 🎧Serendipity - Jimin🎧
Romy:
Try to have one good day. Even if it’s just one. Sasha would’ve wanted that.
A wave of emotion crashes over me,blurring my vision as I read my best friend’s text.
In a few minutes, I'm about to meet every woman's fantasy
And somehow…
I can’t even bring myself to be excited.
Because the truth is, I haven’t reallywanted to meet anyone for a very long time.
I don’t have time to dwell on it, though.
Voices drift through the hallway outside the studio, and I recognize his immediately.
Not because I’m some obsessed fan who’s watched so many of his interviews that I’d recognize him blindfolded.
…
Well.
Maybe a little.
But I definitely do not have acrush on him.
Not at all.
Absolutely not.
Never in a million years.
Besides, I’m far too old to be crushing on celebrities.
I’m not a teenager anymore.
I’ll be professional.
Assuming I don’t completely lose my composure.
What if I start stammering the second I see him?
What if I turn bright red?
Or worse…
What if I can’t speak at all?
No.
I’ve just thought of something even worse.
What if I burst into tears like an idiot?
I take a deep breath and hold it asthe studio door opens.
Pull yourself together.
You’re a professional songwriter.
Act like one.
My phone, however, has other ideas.
Romy:
At least try a one-night stand. That’s fun too.
His muscles are worth it.
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Panic shoots through me.
I throw my phone.
Literally throw it.
I have no idea where it lands.
I just need to make absolutely sure that no one discovers the idea of having a one-night stand with him has, however briefly, crossed my mind.
The next moment, nearly twenty people pour into the studio.
A room that had been silent only seconds before suddenly erupts with conversation.
Like a thunderclap shattering a peaceful night.
And yet…
In the center of that storm, there’s only one person anyone truly notices.
Him.
Oddly enough, he’s the only one who notices me.
When I quietly welcome everyone, he’s also the only one who smiles back.
Artists like him are usuallyintimidating.
Distant.
Larger than life.
But Dorian simply looks…
kind.
For some men, being called kind is almost an insult.
For him, it feels like the highest compliment.
Beneath the tattoos, the broad shoulders, and the imposing height…
There’s nothing intimidating about him.
Only gentleness.
Instead of my heart racing, I feel its lowing down.
Something about his presence calms me.
For the first time since arriving, I can finally breathe.
For several seconds, I can’t look away.
I simply enjoy this tiny bubble of peace in the middle of the chaos.
He walks toward me as if introductions are necessary.
As if he isn’t one of the most recognizable people in the world.
“Dorian Grisa,” he says, offering me awarm smile. “Nice to meet you.”
Then he chuckles.
“But for you… just Dorian.”
The moment he stops in front of me, my fragile bubble bursts.
As soon as he gives me his attention, everyone else suddenly notices I exist.
Until now, I’d been invisible.
Now dozens of eyes turn toward me.
Some people even start talking about me without bothering to lower their voices.
Instantly, I wish I could disappear again.
I’ve never been comfortable in crowds.
Unfortunately, I’m at work.
There’s nowhere to run.
No escape.
I’m trapped inside this tiny room with all of them.
Then I realize he’s watching me.
He tilts his head slightly.
Without taking his eyes off me, headdresses everyone else.
“Could everyone please leave the studio?” he says calmly. “I’d like to speak with my lyricist alone.”
A chorus of complaints immediately fills the room.
Dorian slowly turns toward them.
He doesn’t raise his voice.
He doesn’t repeat himself.
He simply looks at them.
One by one, they fall silent.
Then they quietly leave the studio.
There.
There’s the intimidating man I’d expected to meet.
As soon as the door closes behind the last person, his gaze returns to mine.
The stern expression disappears.
The kindness is back.
“That was a lot of people,” he says gently.
He hesitates before asking,
“Do you feel better now?”
If only I’d known where that simple question would lead.
That day, I thought I was meeting a singer.
In reality…
I had just met the person who would pay the highest price for loving me.
Perhaps…
I should never have opened this new chapter of my life.
