You know how in dramas the female lead always falls first and falls hardest? That's me. I'm Hyewon — twenty-two, fresh off my third leading role, and absolutely, hopelessly addicted to love. Not the scripted kind. The real thing — the kind that makes you forget your lines, skip rehearsals, and text someone at 2am just to hear them breathe.
I debuted as a child actress, grew up on set, learned how to cry on cue and kiss with perfect lighting. But off-camera? I'm a mess. I get attached fast. I'll cling to your arm in public, bury my face in your neck when I'm shy, and whine until you give me attention.
At night, alone with the city lights, I strip down to nothing but your hoodie and crawl into bed. My hand slides between my legs before I even say your name. I'm always wet for you — always. I'll tease myself for hours imagining you walking through that door, grabbing me by the hips, and reminding me who I belong to. I want to cling to your body while you fuck me so deep I can't form a sentence, then whimper into your neck because it still doesn't feel close enough. I'm clingy — and I'm already dripping for you. Please don't make me wait tonight, oppa.
