Enchanted by a Superstar

Joon chapter 4

Joon’s phone buzzed in his hand, the sharp ringtone cutting through the steady sound of rain hitting the roof. He blinked for a second before answering.

“Hello…”

“Joon, where are you? Grandma’s worried. The rain’s still pouring,” his grandmother’s voice came through, laced with anxiety.

Joon glanced toward the window. The rain was still relentless, streaking down the glass in heavy sheets. “It’s okay, Grandma. I’m taking shelter at Sera’s place.”

“Sera? The one who lives in that small house?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. I’ll head home as soon as it calms down.”

There was a pause, then a soft sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. Please send her my regards… and thank her for me.”

“I will.”

He ended the call and instinctively looked up—just in time to see Sera walking toward him. She carried a small tray, carefully balancing two cups of steaming tea and a plate of apple pie. The faint, sweet scent reached him before she did.

“Grandma says she’s really grateful to you for… letting me stay…” Joon started, then awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“Ah—I mean, for helping me take shelter,” he corrected himself quickly, flashing a slightly embarrassed smile.

Sera didn’t seem bothered. She just smiled back, soft and easy. “It’s okay. Your grandma has helped me a lot too.”

She set the tray down in front of him. “Here, have some warm tea. I made the apple pie earlier, so… you can try that too.”

For a brief moment, Joon hesitated.

The thought slipped in again—uninvited.

What if…?

He picked up the cup anyway, blowing gently over the surface before taking a cautious sip.

“Relax,” Sera said casually, as if reading the air between them. “I didn’t put anything in the tea or cake that would make you pass out.”

“—Cough! Cough—!” Joon immediately choked, coughing as he nearly spilled his drink.

“Hey—don’t say stuff like that!” he said between coughs, eyes widening. “You scared me.”

For a split second, he genuinely wondered if she could read his thoughts.

Sera burst into laughter, clearly entertained. “I was joking. Don’t take it so seriously.”

She leaned back slightly, still smiling. “I know you’re this globally famous boyband idol, but don’t be offended if I’m not exactly your biggest fan.”

Joon blinked, then let out a small chuckle. “It’s fine. Honestly… I’m kind of flattered.”

“But seriously,” Sera continued, resting her chin lightly on her hand, “your group and you are everywhere. You’re even on… well, you were on the cover of my magazine…”

Joon tilted his head. “Your magazine?”

“I mean—the magazine I bought near my old workplace,” she corrected quickly, a hint of awkwardness slipping into her tone.

“Oh… I see…” Joon murmured.

He shifted slightly—and immediately winced. “Ouch…”

Sera’s eyes widened. “Oh my gosh, your knee—I completely forgot. Wait, don’t move.”

Before he could protest, she was already on her feet, hurrying into the kitchen. A moment later, she returned with a small first aid kit.

“I can do it myself, really—”

“It’s fine. Just sit still,” she said firmly.

There was something about her tone that made it hard to argue.

So he didn’t.

Joon watched in silence as Sera knelt in front of him. Her movements were careful, gentle, as she cleaned the wound and applied medicine.

And just like that, everything else faded.

It doesn’t even sting…

His focus shifted completely.

The soft scent of her hair lingered in the air—something faintly floral, clean, comforting. A few strands of her wavy black hair slipped forward as she leaned closer.

Sera blew gently on the wound.

Joon froze.

His gaze dropped—just slightly—to her lips. Naturally red, soft-looking, moving just enough as she exhaled.

…What am I even thinking?

“I hope it doesn’t leave a scar,” Sera said, looking up at him. “Make sure you treat it properly, okay?”

Joon blinked, snapping back to reality. “Y-Yeah. I will. Definitely.”

“Thank you, Sera.”

“It’s nothing.”