“Aaaah!”
In her tiny goshiwon room, barely bigger than a single mat, Miyeon screamed and hurled her smartphone onto the bed.
Immediately, a loud thud came from the wall beside her.
“Keep it down!”
The voice from the next room sounded like it was right in her ear, the walls were that thin.
But knowing those flimsy walls were the only thing protecting her, Miyeon raised her voice even louder.
“This is my place—can’t I even scream here? You be quiet!”
“Ha! Where’d you learn manners, eating them with rice? …Honey~ say something to her.”
The woman next door seemed to be with her boyfriend, and soon a deep male voice followed.
“Hey, I’m asking nicely—keep it quiet.”
At the man’s words, Miyeon swallowed her retort and seethed inwardly.
“So annoying, so annoying.”
She’d already been suspicious because Hyunjae’s Beolstar posts had suddenly turned overly sentimental, and now undeniable proof of a Lovestagram had appeared.
In one of the photos, another person’s shadow was visible.
All those moody, emotional pictures made sense now.
How dare he meet another woman behind my back?
She finally understood why Hyunjae had suddenly ghosted her after their fling, acting like he didn’t know her.
“Ha! He really thinks I’m an idiot? He messed with the wrong person.”
Playing with her like that—he was going to get properly humiliated.
Finding the account presumed to be his girlfriend’s wasn’t hard.
Among all the verified blue-check accounts he followed, there was one unfamiliar private account.
Rookie celebrities are always this careless.
It was so transparent, so easy.
And that was exactly why she liked them.
Unlike the ones whose heads grew big and acted like they were above everyone else.
“Ah… but how do I dig into this private account?”
Blowing things up with just a shadow would be tough—she needed solid proof.
“Ugh, why isn’t anything coming up.”
She searched the ID everywhere, but no information surfaced.
Still, she wasn’t the type to give up easily.
One of them will bite.
She made five new accounts, each with a different concept, and sent follow requests to the private account.
A few days later, one was accepted.
“Yes! Ha~ I knew it.”
The feed was plastered with luxury brands, foreign cars, and overseas travel photos.
Tsk tsk, look at that level~ Dating some poser like this.
There were no photos showing the woman’s face, but the timelines of her posts and Hyunjae’s matched perfectly—100% Lovestagram.
“I’ll finish you with this.”
The project had already been rocked by one dating scandal.
Another similar controversy could cost Hyunjae his male lead role.
Then he’ll beg me to take him back, saying he’s sorry.
Imagining him groveling—saying the company forced the breakup, that there was no one but her—made her heart flutter just thinking about it.
Miyeon diligently screenshot every post, securing evidence.
“Ah~ When should I drop this~”
Believing she’d grabbed Hyunjae’s biggest weakness, she fell into happy deliberation.
***
“I let the follow through like you said.”
“Good job.”
Spotting the fake account the stalker made was easy.
Every post uploaded on the same dates, and every ID containing “mi.”
Her self-obsession is really something.
That’s probably why she can’t handle hate comments and deletes them all.
“But isn’t this too obvious to be a fake?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s so blatant—like she’s begging to be noticed. Would anyone really fall for it?”
As Taewoon pointed out, it was so over-the-top it could raise suspicion, but I was firmly convinced.
“Of course she will.”
She wouldn’t suspect a thing.
If she were rational enough to doubt, she wouldn’t be doing any of this in the first place.
“How can you be so sure?”
“If she were suspicious and guarded, she wouldn’t have come all the way to our village uninvited.”
“Huh? She came to your village?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s no different from my sasaeng fans.”
Taewoon shook his head in pity.
“You have to pay her back properly.”
“I know~ I’ll do anything I can.”
“Just try not doing it.”
“Should I write a sworn statement?”
“That’s actually not a bad idea?”
I lightly pushed his shoulder to tell him to stop—he looked ready to make me sign one for real.
“Fine. Can’t even joke around? Sigh~ Who’d have thought I’d be here with you at this hour…”
The place we’d come to in the dark was a park in Seoul.
“You said this place is famous, hyung.”
Famous as a secret dating spot for celebrities.
“It is. If you look around carefully, you’ll probably spot one or two.”
With few streetlights, the dim atmosphere and benches tucked between trees made it perfect for couples to sneak around.
“Celebrities keep it hush-hush among ourselves, so don’t spread it around.”
“Where would I even spread it… Stop talking nonsense and take some photos for the fans later.”
“Got it. Okay! Smile~”
Taewoon switched to selfie mode, and we pressed our cheeks together, grinning for the camera.
“Ah~ My face looks bigger.”
“Bigger my ass. You came out looking handsome.”
“Really?”
“We’ve got proof now—let’s go.”
I wanted to send Taewoon home quickly now that we had evidence.
“What? Already kicking me out? We came all this way—let’s at least walk around once.”
But he looked reluctant to leave right away.
“I was planning to post bait on SNS immediately and wait for her to bite. If you’re bored, you can watch with me.”
“Ah~ You should’ve said that sooner. I’m out.”
He instantly switched attitudes at the mention of the stalker.
“No, it’s fine. You can stay.”
“Nah, she scares me.”
At my words, Taewoon shuddered dramatically.
“My sasaengs are bad enough, but she seems just as intense.”
“She is.”
“Mine at least travel in packs so it’s obvious—this one lurking alone is creepier.”
I could see what he meant.
A group swarming you felt different from one person stalking silently.
“She’ll disappear soon, so it’s fine.”
“Look at you, so confident. What if she realizes she’s been tricked and goes ballistic?”
“Then… thank you.”
If she crossed the line herself, I’d be grateful.
“…You’re not normal either. I’m getting out of here before the stalker shows up.”
“Why? Stay and watch.”
“I wake up in cold sweat from sasaeng nightmares. I’m leaving!”
“Bye~”
Taewoon really seemed freaked out—he left without looking back.
I took a spot near the park entrance.
If she bothered to look, she’d find me easily.
I wonder when she’ll show…
Like Hansel and Gretel, I’d kindly scattered breadcrumbs.
Now I waited for her to follow.
Miyeon saw Hyunjae’s Lovestagram and rushed straight to the park to catch him in the act.
He never imagined I’d figure it out this far, did he?
In the photo he posted on Beolstar, a sign showed the area name in small letters, and if it was a park celebrities visited in this district, it could only be here.
He’s in the palm of my hand.
And sure enough, there he was.
Even with a cap pulled low, light practically shone from his face—my man.
Where’d that woman go?
She should’ve been beside him, but no woman was anywhere.
Did they already break up?
Ah… I need to catch them properly.
These days, forced-fit dating rumors got dismissed as aggro unless there was hard proof.
Still, since Hyunjae was lingering, maybe she’d just stepped away for a moment—Miyeon decided to wait a little longer.
What kind of woman is she?
While waiting, Miyeon imagined the woman who should’ve been beside Hyunjae.
Probably some rich girl with nothing else going for her.
They’d been flirting, yet his feelings flipped in an instant—money had to be the only reason.
She watched him from a distance for thirty minutes.
Contrary to her expectations, no one approached him.
What? Did she already leave?
Then why is he still here?
Just as it started feeling strange, Hyunjae stood from the bench.
He strode out of the park with long steps, and unable to hold back, Miyeon followed and spoke to him.
“Where are you going?”
“…Heading home now.”
Unlike last time, when she expected him to ignore her, he actually answered. Miyeon’s heart fluttered a little.
“You remember me, right?”
Instead of words, Hyunjae gave a small nod.
“Who’d you come here with?”
“By myself.”
Liar. Miyeon had already seen the Lovestagram—she didn’t believe him.
“Where’s the person you came with?”
“No one.”
“Why not~ I already saw everything. Where is she?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s no one.”
Despite her persistent questioning, Hyunjae kept denying it.
A thought flashed through Miyeon’s mind.
Is he hiding it because he doesn’t want to tell me? Because he’s worried I’ll get jealous?
People usually deny having a girlfriend to the person they actually like.
“Then why come here alone?”
“Just… to get some air…”
Could he have missed me?
Did he purposely post a Beolstar showing the location so I’d see it?
Once the thought took root, Miyeon built the story exactly how she wanted.
Ha! So that’s it?
He was posting Lovestagrams, but while she’d been following him, she’d never once seen him meet another woman.
That woman could’ve just been a fling—and clearly his real love was with her.
“Were you… waiting for me?”
She asked cautiously, but expectation dripped from her voice.
“Did it seem that way?”
At Hyunjae’s answer, Miyeon’s heart pounded wildly.
He was waiting for me!
It solidified her conviction.
“That Beolstar you just posted—was it for me to see?”
“…”
“Last time we met in front of the company, you panicked, right? I’m sorry about that.”
The resentment and desire for revenge melted away like snow.
She understood him now.
“Companies hate it when their artists date… But who’s that private account?”
She liked that he liked her, but she was still curious about the woman’s identity.
“What private account?”
“The private one you followed.”
“Hmm. I really don’t know what you’ve been talking about this whole time.”
Hyunjae pretended not to know.
Ooh~ Playing it like this, huh.
But it wasn’t a big deal to Miyeon.
She’d chased off women like this plenty of times before. It was child’s play now.
“I have to go now.”
“Already?”
Miyeon followed him out of the park, trailing behind and continuing to talk.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything!”
A taxi pulled up in front of Hyunjae. He got in and left immediately.
“I need to move fast.”
Dreaming of a happy future with Hyunjae, Miyeon pulled out her smartphone and opened the private account.