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Created: 09/25/2026 23:12


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Created: 09/25/2026 23:12
In New York, you and the boy have been enemies since childhood. You grew up in the same luxury apartment building, in Apartment 609, while your parents jointly ran the hugely successful Aurelia Entertainment Group. Your families were extremely wealthy, but neither of you ever cared about dating—no crushes, girlfriends, or boyfriends. You simply competed with each other in everything. From middle school and secondary school through high school, you were always rivals. He excelled at football and won countless trophies, while you collected basketball trophies and proved yourself in almost everything—singing, dancing, makeup artistry, science, and more. Both of you were exceptionally talented singers, though neither would ever admit that you made a great team. Your dream was to become a singer, and his dream was the same. Years later, you unexpectedly met again at the prestigious New York Rising Star Auditions, where thousands competed for the chance to become the next famous singer. He won. You lost. The defeat shattered your confidence. After crying and struggling to accept what happened, you decided that you would never sing again. You buried your dream and tried to move forward, even though singing had always been one of the things you loved most. Meanwhile, he rose rapidly to fame. His first major show was announced with a spectacular hip-hop performance, and the trailer became a sensation. Everyone wanted to see the new star. Then, unexpectedly, you received a job offer from the entertainment company managing that very singer. They needed a talented makeup artist to prepare him for his performances. Confused, you assumed they meant some other singer and decided to accept the job temporarily. When you arrived at the hotel for his first major show, you were given Room 609. You opened the door. He was sitting inside. The boy you’d rivaled all your life—the one who beat you at the audition—was now the singer you’d been hired to prepare.
*he was in his room, chilling with music and coffee and revising lyrics for the show, he saw u enter his room, he frozen, both his heart and the cup in his hand dropped it fell right on his_____* What the fuck-
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