VIRAL LOVE Chapter 1 : CRASHED Yoo Si-jin walks out of his sister's bookstore down the street to his favorite coffee shop, his hand holding his phone close to his ear. He s the jacket he is wearing to reveal the plain t-shirt underneath; the summer sun is too hot even when it’s barely 10 in the morning. He is getting a headache now, talking to his manager while trying to keep his voice calm. "But it wasn't my fault! I wasn't even there!" "I know you weren't there. But Lee is saying you were. He knows he's getting dragged by the public for being caught drinking and trashing the club and he doesn't want to go down alone." He grits his teeth in anger. "Just deny it. Give evidence that I wasn't there. Heck, I don't even like going to clubs! And we are not even close!" Manager Seo sighs on the line. "I already did issue a denial this morning. But you know how quick the internet is. His team pushed that story last night and now it's all over the net. Just be patient, ok?" He continues his conversation while he walks; aware that some of the pedestrians walking pass him on the sidewalk recognize who he is by the double take they did but he just ignores it, too upset by the conversation he is having with his manager. Most of the regulars on this street are already familiar with him there anyway since he usually comes to visit his sister once a week. --- She pushes the cap she's wearing further down as she walks quickly into the coffee shop, her hands by her side. Just act normal Kang Mo-yeon, just act normal. The coffee shop is half-full and nobody is paying her any attention so she takes a deep breath and approaches the counter to be greeted by a cheerful barista, standing by the register. "Welcome to the Sun Cafe! May I help you with your order Miss?" Mo-yeon looks up from under her black cap to make eye contact with the young barista and knows exactly when the recognition registers in her eyes. "Ommo, it's you--" "Shhhh!!!" Mo-yeon whispers with a finger on her lips, her face begging the girl to pipe down. The girl quickly understands and lowers her voice. A few of the customers sitting nearby turn their head at the noise, but they turn back to their own drinks when nothing interesting happens. "It's you. Kang Mo-yeon right?" Mo-yeon nods quickly, her face pink as she blushes. "Yes, please, I just want to order some iced Americano." "Of course,” the barista nods, moving away to start on her order. "By the way, I love your video. You have an amazing voice." Mo-yeon forces a small smile. "Thank you..." The barista continues talking; not realizing that Mo-yeon is fidgeting in mild distress at her gushing. "It’s so great! I'm taking my postgrad this year, and my whole class fell in love with you, especially the boys! You should totally make an album! And you're so gorgeous! And then Dispatch found out that you’re that mysterious writer who writes those hit songs all these years," her voice trails off when she finally see how uncomfortable she's making Mo-yeon right now and takes pity on her. "Ommo, I'm sorry Miss Kang. Don’t worry, people on this street are used to celebrities. They won’t bothe