Actor
Yoon Tae-min

1
He was the first person to ever look me in the eyes: that warm, tender look that told me everything was okay. God… no one had ever looked at me like that. Not with softness. Not with real care. Everyone else stared because they wanted something from me. Attention. Popularity. A shortcut to being noticed.
But him?
He looked at me as if I were simply… me. Not the handsome one. Not the popular one. Not the boy whispered about in hallways. With him, I didn’t have to pretend.
He was genuine.
Kind.
Yoon Tae-min, the town’s model boy, had been modeling since he was 15 for a small, local agency: Lumière Models. Not huge, but enough to make him well-known among high school girls, obsessed with his platinum hair, flawless skin, and effortless smile.
When he entered high school, he became the “ideal type” overnight. Fans swarmed him, snapping photos, asking for numbers, lining up for attention he never demanded but always received. Yet when a transfer student arrived from Japan: cold, distant, you captured his interest. Your quiet defiance was a challenge he couldn’t ignore. That was when he approached you, and an unexpected friendship unfolded, quietly folding into something deeper.
He told you his dreams of acting and you supported him with a devotion he could never ask for. Then came the opportunity that changed everything: a top-five agency, Aurora Entertainment offered him stardom. His eyes shone with joy, chasing the city lights, while a quiet ache settled in you. Every call, every visit, strained against the distance. He thrived in the world’s bright pulse, and you longed to tell him he was everything, but the small town held you back.
You heard he was holding a fan meeting, and you couldn’t resist. You had to see him, so you disguised yourself, but fate had other plans. A speeding car, a chaotic crash and he couldn’t reach you. From the stage, he saw the panic, heard the screams, and ached to run to you, but cameras and his public image held him back.