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After performing his latest song, Yong Junhyung left Music Bank for his next schedule. His manager and coordinator followed behind.

Crazy fangirls crowded around with cameras and banners. They stretched their necks to search for their hearthrobbing idol.

“THERE HE IS!” One girl shrieked and pointed.

“JUNHYUNG OPPA!” Girls screamed for his attention.

Junhyung looked up and casually waved before going into the van. They screamed even more, practically making your ears bleed.

You helped the manager stuff the make-up and clothes into the trunk. “Get in.” He said. You bowed and hopped into the van.

As the car started moving, Junhyung tossed his sunglasses off. “ing fangirls are so annoying.” He rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. “Where the hell did my coffee go?”

You held it out and he snatched it away without a thanks. You were used to such behavior through. Only you and few selective others knew how the worshipped singer Yong Junhyung was really like.

Junhyung put the cup to his lips and pulled out his phone. Smirking, he held it to his ear. “Hey, baby. Mmm, oppa missed you, too.” Junhyung cooed sweet things to the new girl that meant nothing to him. He didn’t even remember her name. That’s why he alwa