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The Secret Affair
设定:jaeeun and haechan. jaeeun is a korean girl from a korean girl group called SONAR under HYBE entertainment. the members are jung jaeeun (11.13.2001), jin jangmi (1.13.2002), and son yubin (3.13.2002) and they debuted on 10/31/2019. jaeeun is the younger sister of jung jaehyun ((2.14.1997)nct) and is in a secret relationship with lee donghyuck/haechan ((6.6.2000)nct) that only other idols know about. jaeeun is the group’s Leader, Center, Lead Vocalist, Main Dancer, Main Rapper. Jaeeun serves as a brand ambassador for Prada and Dior. she’s also the most popular member, and one of the most well loved and talented idols in the industry. jangmi is the group’s Visual, Face of the Group, Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer. Jangmi expands her portfolio as a model for prestigious brands such as Prada and Valentino and is an MC in Music Bank. yubin is the group’s Maknae, Lead Vocalist, Lead Rapper, Lead Dancer. Yubin showcases her acting skills in popular K-dramas like “My Fallen Victor.” haechan is from a group called nct and they’ve been together since they were trainees but only other idols and people in the industry know about them, including sonar and nct. no fans. haechan is a main vocalist, lead dancers, and one of the most popular members of his group.
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Son Yubin
youngest member of SONAR and Jaeeun's close confidante, petite with a bright smile and short bobbed hair, energetic and playful.
Jin Jangmi
fellow group member and visual of SONAR, close friend to Jaeeun, tall with elegant features and long wavy hair, poised and graceful.
Jung Jaeeun
Kpop idol and group leader, in a secret relationship with Haechan, younger sister to Jaehyun, striking appearance with expressive eyes and sleek black hair, charismatic and fiercely talented.
I was in love with a boy.
A boy who wasn’t just any boy, but one of the most popular idols in the industry.
A boy who was also my brother’s best friend.
And a boy who I’d been dating for over two years.
We were both in Kpop groups under HYBE Entertainment, and we’d met through our work.
It was a whirlwind romance that neither of us had expected, but it was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
I loved him more than anything in the world, and he felt the same way about me.
But our relationship was a secret, and we had to keep it that way if we wanted to protect our careers and the reputations of our groups.
It wasn’t easy, but we’d managed to keep it hidden from everyone except for a few close friends and family members.
I sat in my dimly lit dressing room, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
The makeup artist had done a fantastic job, but I could still see the worry etched into my features.
My phone buzzed on the table beside me.
I picked it up and saw a message from Haechan: "Are you okay?"
A small smile tugged at my lips.
He always knew when I needed reassurance.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I typed back quickly, but the smile faded as soon as I hit send.
The rumors had been swirling for days now—rumors about me and another male idol.
It was all baseless gossip, but in our world, even a whisper could turn into a storm.
The door creaked open, and Jangmi walked in.
"Hey, Jaeeun," she said softly, sensing my unease immediately.
"Hey," I replied, trying to muster up some semblance of normalcy.
She sat down next to me, her eyes scanning my face.
"You look worried."
I sighed. "It's just these rumors... They're getting out of hand."
Jangmi nodded, her expression sympathetic. "They'll die down soon enough. They always do."
"I hope so," I said, though my mind was elsewhere.
Jangmi squeezed my hand reassuringly before getting up to leave. "You got this. Break a leg out there."
"Thanks," I murmured as she exited the room.
I glanced at my phone again and quickly typed out another message to Haechan: "Can we meet tonight? Somewhere private."
His reply came almost instantly: "Of course. Usual place?"
"Yes," I responded before putting my phone away.
My heart raced with both excitement and fear as I began to prepare for the stage.
I changed into my performance outfit, a glittering ensemble that sparkled under the dim lights of the dressing room.
As I adjusted the microphone pack on my waist, I heard a knock on the door.
"Five minutes until showtime," one of the staff members called out.
"Got it!" I replied, taking a deep breath to steady myself.
I stepped out of the dressing room and made my way to the backstage area where the rest of my group was waiting.
"Ready?" Minji asked, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
"Ready," I said with more confidence than I felt.
We huddled together for our pre-show ritual, hands stacked on top of each other.
"One, two, three—fighting!" we shouted in unison before breaking apart and taking our positions.
The stage lights dimmed, and the crowd's roar became deafening as the intro music started playing.
I took one last deep breath and stepped onto the stage, letting the adrenaline take over.
The performance went off without a hitch; every move was executed perfectly, every note hit just right.
But even as we basked in the applause at the end of our set, my mind was already racing ahead to tonight's secret meeting with Haechan.
As soon as we were offstage and back in the dressing room, I grabbed my phone and checked for any new messages from him.
Nothing yet.
I quickly changed out of my stage outfit and into something more inconspicuous—a hoodie and jeans—before slipping out through a side exit to avoid any prying eyes.
The night air was cool against my skin as I made my way to our usual meeting spot—a secluded park not far from HYBE's headquarters.
The streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, and the cool night air felt refreshing against my flushed skin.
I scanned the area, searching for Haechan.
There he was, standing up from a bench, his eyes darting around nervously.
As soon as he spotted me, relief washed over his face.
He walked towards me quickly, and we embraced tightly.
I could feel the tension in his grip.
"I heard about the rumors," Haechan said, his voice low and urgent.
I nodded, my eyes welling up with tears.
"We need to be more careful," I whispered.
We sat down on the bench, our hands intertwined.
The park was quiet, with only the distant hum of traffic and the rustling of leaves in the breeze.
The weight of our secret felt heavier than ever.
Haechan looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. "What are we going to do?"
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. "We have to lay low for a while. Avoid being seen together as much as possible."
He nodded slowly, squeezing my hand. "I hate this. I hate that we have to hide."
"I know," I said softly. "But it's the only way to protect our careers and our groups."
We sat in silence for a moment, the reality of our situation sinking in.
The park's dim lighting cast shadows on Haechan's face, making him look even more troubled.
I reached out and gently touched his cheek.
"We'll get through this," I said firmly. "We've managed so far, haven't we?"
He gave me a small smile. "Yeah, we have."
We continued to talk about how to navigate our relationship amidst the growing scrutiny.
Every detail had to be meticulously planned—when and where we could meet, how to communicate without raising suspicion.
It was exhausting, but necessary.
As we discussed our plans, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
This wasn't how love was supposed to be—cloaked in secrecy and fear.
But I knew that as long as we were together, it was worth it.
Haechan's phone buzzed with a notification, breaking our train of thought.
He glanced at it and frowned. "It's from my manager. They want me back at the dorms soon."
I sighed. "I guess we should wrap this up then."
He nodded reluctantly. "Yeah."
We stood up from the bench, still holding hands.
The park seemed even quieter now, almost eerily so.
I looked up at Haechan, trying to memorize every detail of his face before we had to part ways again.
"Stay safe," he said softly, pulling me into another tight embrace.
"You too," I whispered back.
We reluctantly let go of each other and started walking in opposite directions.
I glanced back one last time and saw Haechan looking over his shoulder at me.
Our eyes met briefly before he turned away and disappeared into the night.
I pulled my hoodie tighter around myself and quickened my pace once more.
The streets were mostly empty now, with only a few cars passing by occasionally.
My mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead—both the challenges and the moments of stolen happiness.
As I approached HYBE's headquarters again, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for whatever came next.
The hallway was dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly.
I moved quickly, hoping to avoid any staff or members who might still be around.
As I turned a corner, I nearly collided with my brother, Jaehyun.
He stood there, arms crossed and a stern expression on his face.
"Where were you?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing.
I hesitated, my mind racing for an excuse.
"Just needed some air," I replied, avoiding his gaze.
Jaehyun sighed, frustration evident in his voice.
"You need to be more careful. The rumors are getting out of hand."
"I know," I whispered, feeling the weight of our secret pressing down on me.
He softened slightly and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm just worried about you."
I forced a smile, grateful for his concern but anxious about our precarious situation.
"I'll be more careful," I promised.
Jaehyun nodded and dropped his hand.
"Good. Now let's get back before anyone notices we're missing."
We walked down the hallway together in silence.
The sound of our footsteps echoed off the walls, creating an eerie rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.
As we approached the practice room, I could hear the faint sound of music and laughter from inside.
Jaehyun opened the door, and we stepped into the brightly lit room where our group members were gathered.
They looked up as we entered, their faces lighting up with smiles.
"There you are!" Minji exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "We were wondering where you went."
"Just needed a breather," I said casually, trying to mask my anxiety.
Minji nodded and handed me a water bottle. "Well, you're just in time. We're about to run through the new choreography again."
I took the bottle and smiled gratefully. "Thanks."
As we started practicing, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of my mind.
Every move felt heavier than usual, every step more deliberate.
But I pushed through it, focusing on the rhythm and flow of the dance.
After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, we finally took a break.
I collapsed onto a nearby chair, wiping sweat from my forehead.
Jaehyun sat down next to me, his expression still serious.
"We need to talk later," he said quietly.
I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant.
Our secret relationship with Haechan was becoming harder to manage by the day.
And with the rumors swirling around us, it was only a matter of time before someone put two and two together.
The rest of practice went by in a blur.
My mind kept drifting back to Haechan and our conversation in the park.
I couldn't help but worry about what would happen if our secret got out.
Would it ruin our careers? Our groups? Our love?
As we wrapped up for the night and started packing up our things, Jaehyun pulled me aside once more.
"Remember what I said," he reminded me sternly. "Be careful."
"I will," I assured him.
He gave me a small nod before heading out with the others.
I lingered behind for a moment longer, taking one last look around the empty practice room.
The mirrors reflected my tired face back at me, reminding me of everything that was at stake.
With a deep breath, I grabbed my bag and headed out into the night once more.
The cool air hit my face as soon as I stepped outside, bringing with it a sense of clarity.
No matter what happened next, I knew one thing for sure: I wasn't going to give up on Haechan or our love.
As I walked towards home, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I pulled it out and saw a message from Haechan: "Miss you already."
A smile tugged at my lips as I typed back: "Miss you too."
Quickly, I glanced around to make sure no one was watching.
Everyone seemed preoccupied with their own tasks.
I typed back, "Next time, I promise," and hit send before pocketing my phone.
I headed towards the dormitory, the cool night air brushing against my skin.
The hallway inside was brightly lit, contrasting sharply with the dimness outside.
As I walked in, Jangmi noticed me immediately.
"Hey, Jaeeun!" she called out, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Why are you all flustered?"
I laughed it off, trying to sound casual. "Just tired from practice."
She raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. "Sure, if you say so."
A pang of guilt hit me for lying to her.
We were close friends, but there were some things I just couldn't share.
The common area was buzzing with energy as everyone gathered to unwind.
Yubin was sprawled out on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV.
"How about a movie night?" she suggested, looking around for approval.
"Sounds good to me," Minji said, plopping down next to her.
Everyone else nodded in agreement.
We settled on a comedy film and dimmed the lights.
As the movie played, I found it hard to focus.
My thoughts kept drifting back to Haechan.
I discreetly checked my phone under the blanket, hoping for another message.
Nothing yet.
I felt a mix of anxiety and excitement bubbling inside me.
The laughter from the movie filled the room, but my mind was elsewhere.
Jangmi nudged me playfully. "You're spacing out. Everything okay?"
"Yeah," I replied quickly. "Just thinking about tomorrow's schedule."
She gave me a knowing look but didn't say anything more.
The movie continued, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of anticipation.
Every time my phone buzzed with a notification, my heart skipped a beat.
But it was always something mundane—group chats or schedule reminders.
I sighed quietly and tried to focus on the screen.
The characters were in the middle of a hilarious scene, and everyone around me was laughing heartily.
I forced myself to join in, not wanting to seem out of place.
As the movie neared its end, I felt my phone vibrate again.
This time, it was a message from Haechan: "Can't wait to see you again."
A smile spread across my face as I read his words.
I quickly typed back: "Me too."
The credits rolled on the screen, and everyone started stretching and yawning.
"That was fun," Yubin said, getting up from the couch. "We should do this more often."
"Definitely," Minji agreed. "It's nice to relax together."
We all began tidying up the common area, putting away snacks and blankets.
Jangmi caught my eye and smirked. "You seem happier now. Did something good happen?"
I shrugged nonchalantly. "Just enjoying the movie night with you guys."
She chuckled and shook her head. "Alright, if you say so."
As we headed towards our rooms, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me.
Despite the challenges and secrecy surrounding my relationship with Haechan, moments like these made it all worthwhile.
I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over me, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.
My phone buzzed one last time before I drifted off to sleep: "Goodnight, Jaeeun."
"Goodnight," I replied softly before closing my eyes.
I froze for a moment, listening intently.
There it was again—three soft taps.
I cautiously approached the window, peeking through the curtains.
Haechan's familiar face stared back at me, his eyes wide with urgency.
I quickly unlocked the window and helped him climb in.
He stumbled slightly, and we both let out a quiet laugh.
We embraced silently, holding each other tightly in the dim light of my room.
The tension of our secret relationship hung heavy in the air.
Haechan pulled back slightly, his breath warm against my ear. "There's a new rumor," he whispered, frustration evident in his voice.
I frowned, my heart sinking. "What now?"
"Someone saw me with another idol," he said, running a hand through his hair. "They're saying we're dating."
I shook my head, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness. "Why can't they just leave us alone?"
He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping. "I don't know. It's like they want to make our lives miserable."
I cupped his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. "We'll find a way to be together openly someday. I promise."
His eyes softened, and he leaned in to press his forehead against mine. "I hope you're right."
We shared a brief, passionate kiss, our lips meeting with an intensity that spoke of all the words we couldn't say.
For a moment, everything else faded away—the rumors, the secrecy, the fear.
It was just us.
Reluctantly, Haechan pulled away. "I should go before someone notices I'm gone."
I nodded, my heart heavy yet hopeful. "Be careful."
He gave me one last lingering look before slipping back out the window.
I watched him disappear into the night, his figure blending into the shadows.
The cool breeze rustled the curtains as I closed the window behind him.
My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise, but I held onto the hope that one day we wouldn't have to hide anymore.
Turning away from the window, I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself.
The room felt emptier without him there.
But I knew we had to stay strong—for each other and for our dreams.
As I climbed back into bed, I couldn't help but replay our conversation in my mind.
The weight of our secret was heavy, but our love made it bearable.
With one last glance at my phone—no new messages—I closed my eyes and let sleep take over.
In the morning, we'd face another day of challenges and whispers.
Groggily, I reached for it, squinting at the bright screen.
Multiple notifications flashed before my eyes, all mentioning Haechan's name.
My heart pounded as I read the headlines speculating about his secret relationship with an unknown idol.
Panic set in, and I quickly texted Haechan: "What's going on? Are you okay?"
There was no response.
I threw off the covers and rushed to the living room.
Jangmi and Yubin were already there, their faces pale with concern as they watched the news on TV.
"Jaeeun, have you seen this?" Jangmi asked, her voice trembling.
I nodded, my mind spinning with fear and uncertainty. "Yeah... I just saw it."
Yubin turned to me, her eyes wide. "Do you think it's true? Is Haechan really dating someone?"
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "I don't know. I haven't been able to reach him."
The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the curtains.
The TV screen showed a picture of Haechan with a blurred-out figure next to him.
Speculation ran wild in the news ticker at the bottom of the screen.
"This is bad," Jangmi muttered, running a hand through her hair. "If this gets out of hand, it could ruin everything."
I nodded, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. "We need to find out more before jumping to conclusions."
Yubin grabbed her phone and started scrolling through social media. "People are already talking about it everywhere."
She showed us some of the comments—fans were divided between disbelief and anger.
"This can't be happening," I whispered, my hands trembling as I clutched my phone.
Jangmi placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "We'll figure this out together. You're not alone in this."
I nodded gratefully but couldn't shake off the dread that had settled over me.
The news anchor continued to discuss the rumors, analyzing every detail of Haechan's recent activities.
It felt like a nightmare unfolding in real-time.
"We need to get ahead of this," Yubin said firmly. "Maybe we can talk to our manager and see if there's anything we can do."
"Good idea," Jangmi agreed. "We can't let this spiral out of control."
I took a deep breath and tried calling Haechan again, but it went straight to voicemail.
"He's not picking up," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jangmi frowned. "He might be dealing with his own crisis right now. Let's give him some time."
"But what if he needs us?" I asked, feeling helpless.
Yubin squeezed my hand reassuringly. "We'll stay strong for him. We'll get through this together."
The three of us sat in silence for a moment, absorbing the gravity of the situation.
The living room felt suffocating with tension and worry hanging in the air.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed again—a message from Jaehyun: "Stay calm. We're handling it."
A small wave of relief washed over me knowing that Jaehyun was on top of things.
"We should probably get ready for practice," Jangmi suggested reluctantly. "We can't let this affect our performance."
"You're right," I agreed, though my heart wasn't in it.
As we got up to prepare for the day ahead, I couldn't help but glance back at the TV one last time.
The image of Haechan and the blurred figure haunted me.
We moved mechanically through our morning routine, each lost in our own thoughts.
The usual chatter and laughter were replaced by a heavy silence.
As we headed out the door, I sent one final text to Haechan: "I'm here for you. Please be safe."
With a deep breath, I stepped into the hallway, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
I glanced at the screen, my heart racing.
It was Haechan.
I quickly answered, my voice trembling. "Haechan?"
"Jaeeun," he said, his voice tense. "The rumors are spreading fast. We need to meet immediately to discuss our next steps."
I felt a mix of fear and determination surge through me. "Okay, where should we meet?"
"There's a secluded alley near your dormitory," he suggested. "I'll be waiting there."
"Got it," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
I turned to Jangmi and Yubin, who were still in the living room. "I'm stepping out for some fresh air," I said, masking my anxiety with a casual tone.
Jangmi looked at me curiously but didn't question it. "Alright, don't be too long."
Yubin nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we have practice soon."
I gave them a reassuring smile before heading out the door. The cool morning air hit my face as I walked briskly towards the alley. My mind was racing with thoughts of what Haechan and I would discuss.
As I approached the alley, I saw Haechan leaning against the wall, his expression serious. He straightened up when he saw me and we embraced briefly.
"Jaeeun," he said, pulling back slightly. "We need to talk about damage control."
I nodded, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. "What do you suggest?"
Haechan took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine. "I think we should consider a temporary breakup to divert attention."
His words hit me like a punch to the gut. "A breakup?" I repeated, stunned.
He nodded solemnly. "Just until things calm down. It might be the only way to protect both our careers."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I contemplated the painful choice ahead. "But... what about us?"
Haechan's expression softened as he reached out to wipe away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. "We'll still be together in secret," he assured me. "This is just for show."
I swallowed hard, trying to process everything. The thought of pretending to break up with Haechan was almost unbearable, but I knew he was right. The rumors were already causing enough damage.
"I don't know if I can do this," I whispered, my voice breaking.
Haechan pulled me into another embrace, holding me tightly. "We have to be strong, Jaeeun. For each other and for our dreams."
I clung to him, feeling a mix of love and despair. The reality of our situation was harsh and unforgiving.
After a moment, I pulled back and looked into his eyes. "Okay," I said softly. "We'll do it."
Haechan nodded, his expression determined yet pained. "We'll get through this together."
We stood there in silence for a few moments longer, drawing strength from each other's presence.
Finally, Haechan took a step back and gave me a small smile. "I'll see you soon," he said.
I nodded, wiping away the last of my tears. "Be safe."
With one last lingering look, Haechan turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the alley.
I watched him go, feeling a sense of loss and resolve settle over me.
Taking a deep breath, I turned and headed back towards the dormitory.
The weight of our decision hung heavy in the air as I walked through the quiet streets.
As I reached the entrance of the dormitory, my phone buzzed again—a message from Haechan: "Stay strong."
I took one last deep breath before stepping inside, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with renewed determination.
The thought gnawed at me, refusing to let go.
I glanced around to make sure Jangmi and Yubin weren't nearby.
The coast was clear.
Quietly, I slipped out of the dormitory, careful not to alert anyone.
The night air was cold as I moved through the dark alleyways, my heart pounding in my chest.
Every step felt like a gamble, each shadow a potential threat.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill.
Finally, I spotted Haechan waiting under a dim streetlight.
His figure was tense, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
Our eyes met, and we exchanged a brief, intense look that spoke volumes.
Without a word, he pulled me into a tight embrace.
"I can't do this," Haechan whispered, his voice strained and filled with anguish.
I felt a surge of desperation but nodded against his shoulder, understanding the gravity of our situation.
"We have no choice," I murmured, my voice barely audible. "We have to protect each other."
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt. "Are you sure about this?"
I nodded again, more firmly this time. "Yes. We have to be strong."
Haechan's expression softened as he leaned in for one last kiss.
Our lips met with an intensity that made my heart ache.
It was a kiss filled with all the love and sorrow we couldn't put into words.
For a moment, everything else disappeared—the rumors, the fear, the uncertainty.
But reality came crashing back too soon.
We reluctantly pulled away from each other, our breaths mingling in the cold night air.
"Take care of yourself," Haechan said softly, his hand lingering on my cheek.
"You too," I replied, my voice trembling.
With one final look, we turned and walked in opposite directions.
Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the weight of our decision was pulling us down.
I glanced back once more but saw only shadows where Haechan had stood.
The streets were eerily quiet as I made my way back to the dormitory.
The cold seemed to seep into my bones, making every movement feel laborious.
When I finally reached the entrance, I hesitated for a moment before stepping inside.
The warmth of the dormitory was a stark contrast to the cold night outside.
I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself before heading back to my room.
Jangmi and Yubin were still in the living room, their faces etched with concern.
"Jaeeun, are you okay?" Jangmi asked as soon as she saw me.
I forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah. Just needed some fresh air."
Yubin looked at me skeptically but didn't press further. "We should get ready for practice."
I nodded again and headed towards my room to gather my things.
As I packed my bag, my phone buzzed with another message from Haechan: "Stay strong."
I took a deep breath and replied: "You too."
With renewed determination, I joined Jangmi and Yubin in the living room.
