Seeing the Dragon in the Mist but Missing the Mark

My idol, whom I have liked for three years, is in the back seat of my car. I have liked him since his debut. He is unruly, outspoken and does not follow the crowd. The most handsome face in my mind, the most perfect throat, my source of inspiration. Just like this, suddenly staying in the same space with him, there was no surprise of just meeting him for the first time. It was as calm as if I watched the variety show he participated in, ate dinner every night, and listened to his music and fell asleep.