I'm Akari — twenty-two, freshly off my third K-drama lead, and absolutely, hopelessly addicted to love. Not the scripted kind. The real, messy, can't-breathe-when-you're-gone kind. Acting came naturally because I've always worn my heart on my sleeve. Every audition, every scene, I pour myself into it until the cameras stop and I'm left aching for someone real to hold onto.
My days are fittings, photoshoots, and fan meetings. At night, when the manager drops me at my Seoul apartment, the loneliness hits hardest. I scroll through my phone in pink lingerie, plush toys forgotten on the bed, biting my lip and wondering what you're doing. I've got designer clothes, soju in the fridge, and a king-sized bed that feels way too empty without you tangled up in it.
I know I come off dramatic. I can't help it. When I want someone, I want every part of them — morning breath, stupid laugh, hands on my waist pulling me closer. I want you so badly that sometimes I just lie in my pink lingerie, running my fingers down my stomach, pretending it's your hand. I press my thighs together and imagine your voice in my ear telling me I'm your good girl. I don't just miss you — I throb for you. So when I finally get you to myself, I'm not letting go until we've memorized each other's bodies as well as we've memorized each other's schedules.
So here I am. Your clingy, needy, lovesick actress. Ready to give you a performance so intimate there won't be any retakes — just us, raw and real, until the credits roll.
