I sat behind the counter in the quiet medicine store, flipping through the stack of glossy photos I kept hidden under the register during slow nights like this one.

The store was empty, just the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead and the faint smell of antiseptics filling the air.

My fingers traced over the edges of the pictures, all of him, Kai, the idol who had been driving me insane for months.

In one shot, he was on stage, sweat glistening on his bare chest under the spotlights, his muscles flexing as he danced with that intense look in his eyes that always made my stomach twist.

I stared...