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Chapter Four – Nineteen & Dangerous*

Diary, 

Being a black girl with *big curly hair* in a small college town feels like walking around with a neon sign that says "main character." 

And I don't mind it.

I'm *nineteen and dangerous*—not like criminal dangerous, but like "I might cry over a leaked comeback teaser at 2 a.m. and still slay the next day" dangerous. 

I dress a little boyish—baggy jeans, oversized hoodies, sneakers with attitude—but somehow still end up looking like a whole snack. 

Not bragging. Just facts. 

Okay, maybe bragging a little.

I'm in my second year of college, majoring in *History* (because I gave up on the idol dream when my dancing nearly dislocated my spine). 

But I'm not bitter. 

I found another purpose—*telling the story of legends*.

When I'm not in class, eating ramen, or deep in a K-drama rabbit hole, I'm texting memes to my *chaotic soulmate*: *Shaun.* 

Shaun's loud, proud, dramatic, and gayer than a glitter parade. 

He's also an *Orbit*. 

A *newbie Orbit*, bless his heart. Only two years in the game. 

His bias? *Juwon oppa.* 

The *nerve*.

Cue today's very serious conversation in the cafeteria:

> *Me:* "You know you can't call him your husband, right?" 

> *Shaun:* "Uh, I absolutely can. I'd die for him. Period." 

> *Me:* "Yeah, well, I've already died. Five times. Over five comebacks. Been here for five years. Seniority matters." 

> *Shaun:* "Okay, and? I bring flavor to the fandom. I edit fancams. I breathe life into Juwon stans." 

> *Me:* "You breathe delusion. Juwon oppa knows I exist. He liked my tweet once." 

> *Shaun:* "That was a fanbot." 

> *Me:* "IT WAS VERIFIED." 

> *[dramatic silence]* 

> *Shaun:* "Fine. We can co-parent him." 

> *Me:* "You can have Tuesdays."

We argue like this at least once a week. But I wouldn't trade him for anything.

Except maybe a front-row seat at *Starlight's* world tour.

Anyway, I hate going home for holidays. 

It's awkward and stiff and full of *"Why aren't you more like your sister?"* 

But here, in this messy dorm room with my posters, lightsticks, and Orbit besties—I'm alive. 

And Juwon oppa is only a tweet away.

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