MY IDOL, MY OFFICER

Chapter Twelve: Holding On Tight

That night, they talked until the street outside became quiet. They did not know exactly where their lives would take them, but they knew they wanted to keep encouraging each other along the way.

For Vivian, his success was also a reminder that dreams could grow faster than expected. She had her own ambitions, and she wanted to see them become real too.

She understood what he meant. His success was exciting, but it also came with pressure. More people watched him, more people judged him, and more expectations followed him. Their relationship gave him a place where he did not have to perform.

He nodded. “And you still make me remember why I started.”

Vivian smiled. “Maybe being nervous means you still care about what you do.”

“You know what is strange?” he told her one evening. “A year ago, I dreamed about people knowing my name. Now people know it everywhere, and I still get nervous before a show.”

Sometimes he would send her a short video from rehearsal and wait impatiently for her opinion. Other times, he would call simply because he wanted to hear a familiar voice after spending hours around strangers.

His growing popularity changed his schedule almost overnight. There were rehearsals, interviews, collaborations, and messages from people he had never met. Yet whenever something exciting happened, Vivian was still one of the first people he wanted to tell.

He started becoming famous.

More followers. More comments. More girls in his DMs.

A small song of his went viral on t****k. First 100,000 views, then 500,000.

But the more famous he became, the more he wanted reassurance that Vivian would remain in his life.

One night after a show, fans were outside shouting his name.

He ignored the noise and video-called Vivian.

“Come outside your gate,” he said.

It was 11 p.m.

Vivian quietly stepped outside wearing her shorts and bonnet.

He was there with his backpack, looking exhausted.

“I don’t care about all that noise,” he said. “All these people are shouting my name, but I just want to hear you say my name. When I become bigger, don’t forget me.”

Vivian smiled.

“I won’t forget you.”

He smiled back.

They stood together under the night sky, talking about their dreams until the street became quiet.