Ethereal

Title: Quiet Sketches

Chapter One: A Glance Through Rain

Soren adjusted the black mask over his face, letting the brim of his cap cast a shadow over his eyes. It was raining lightly in the city, the kind of rain that blurred reflections and washed away any sense of time. He liked weather like this. Quiet. Muted. Like him.

He pushed open the door to the tucked-away cafe he'd found last week—hidden from the usual crowds, with soft lighting and windows that looked out onto a small cobbled alleyway. A single wooden chair sat outside beneath a small awning. It looked old, perhaps even handmade. It had character.

He took a seat by the window, pulling out a worn sketchbook. He wasn’t drawing today. Just watching.

That’s when he saw her.

A girl, maybe in her early twenties. Long hair pulled back in a loose braid, oversized sweater, and a plain white notebook held tightly in her hands. She ordered a drink—something warm—and then sat alone at a table near the window, directly across from him, though she didn’t notice.

At first, she did nothing but stare out the window.

Then she turned slightly, eyes catching on the same wooden chair he had noticed earlier. Slowly, carefully, she opened her notebook and began to sketch.

She wasn’t particularly skilled, he could tell that. But there was something delicate about the way she moved her pencil, as if the chair outside was more than just a piece of furniture. As if it meant something.

She suddenly stood and walked out into the rain.

Soren blinked.

She didn’t sit under the awning—she sat in the rain, on the chair, her notebook still open in her lap. She stared around, as if trying to memorize the temperature, the weight of the moment.

He couldn’t stop watching.

After five minutes, soaked and shivering, she came back inside and sat down again. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair damp at the ends.

She continued drawing.

Soren stood.

Before he could change his mind, he walked over and sat down in front of her.

“Why did you go outside?” he asked.

She didn’t look startled. In fact, she didn’t even look surprised.

“I wanted to feel it,” she replied. “What I’m drawing... it only feels real if I experience it.”

He tilted his head slightly. “You’re not bad.”

She gave him a sideways look. “I’m not good either.”

“I didn’t say that. I draw too. A bit more professionally, I guess. If you keep going, you could be really good.”

She hesitated, then smiled a little. “I don’t want to draw for anyone else. I just like the peace it brings me.”

He pointed at her notebook. “Can I see the rest?”

She paused. Just for a second.

Then handed it over.

Her name was engraved faintly on the corner of the cover: Mira.

He flipped through a few pages.

Then froze.

Every drawing. Every page. It was him.

From performances. Interviews. Casual moments caught in motion, down to the shadows beneath his eyes. Some faces were hidden beneath hoods, others half-turned—but he knew. He always knew.

Before he could say a word, she leaned forward and quickly took the notebook back.

“I didn’t mean for you to see those,” she said softly. “I just draw what I can’t say.”

“I shouldn’t have come over,” he muttered. “You’re... a fan. I shouldn’t have...”

He stood, heart racing, panic setting in. His mind already writing headlines, imagining camera flashes.

But before he could turn, she grabbed his wrist.

Her touch was light, but it stopped him cold.

“I know who you are,” she said. “You don’t need to be afraid. I’m not going to tell anyone. But maybe... I should go.”

She stood, gathered her things, and walked out of the cafe into the now-clearing night. Her taxi was waiting. She paused at the door, looked back.

“That drawing? It wasn’t really you. It was someone I imagined. Someone braver.”

And then she was gone.

Chapter Two: The Stage and the Silence

Six days later. The night of the concert.

Backstage was full of light and noise, makeup brushes and last-minute rehearsals. But Soren sat still in the corner, hands cold, mind elsewhere.

“You always get like this before a show,” said Jin, the leader of their group, gently squeezing his shoulder. “Breathe, Soren. Just breathe.”

Soren nodded, forcing a smile. But the words rattled around in his mind.

'You weren’t really him.'

He thought about Mira. About her hands, stained lightly with graphite. Her calm gaze. Her honesty.

And the notebook full of him.

Was he just a voice to her? A sound in the dark?

He didn’t know. But somehow, it mattered.

The show began. Lights blinded. The crowd roared.

For two hours, he gave them all of him.

And when the final note ended and the curtain closed, Soren stood still on stage, heart pounding.

He didn’t feel the weight of the crowd.

He felt the absence of one girl who never clapped.

Chapter Three: Stories and Soups

That same night, Mira stood in the warm kitchen of her landlady’s home. Erys, kind and sharp as ever, stirred a pot of soup.

“You’re quiet tonight,” she said, glancing at the girl.

Mira shrugged. “Just tired.”

“You didn’t go to that concert?”

“What concert?”

“The one you were so desperate to get tickets for. That group you always talk about. What are they called... Arcline?”

Mira smiled faintly. “Oh, that? I just... changed my mind.”

Erys said nothing, but when Mira walked over to turn off the TV, she watched her closely.

“You haven’t looked at the moon in days.”

Mira froze.

“Something happen?” the older woman asked.

Mira looked away. “Nothing that matters.”

Later, Erys handed her a covered bowl.

“Take this to Mr. Noor. He’s probably forgotten to eat again.”

Mira took it with a nod, wrapping herself up again.

The night outside was clear now. But not empty.

Like her sketchbook, waiting for one more page.

-- (Story Continuation)

The streets were still glistening from the evening rain as Mira walked carefully, holding a small container of warm food wrapped in a cloth. The air was crisp, and a faint golden glow seeped from the old lamps along the alleyways.

She stopped in front of a tiny antique shop, its window full of dusted memories—mirrors with carved wooden frames, old clocks, and faded paintings. A bell jingled gently as she opened the door.

“Ah, Mira! Right on time,” said Mr. Hwan, an old man with kind eyes and a slow voice. His shop always smelled like history—cedarwood and forgotten letters.

“I brought you some of Aris’s stew,” Mira said, placing the food on the old counter.

He smiled warmly. “That woman still cooks like it’s magic in a pot.”

She laughed softly, but her gaze lingered on a cracked mirror hanging on the far wall. Her reflection looked distant. She hadn’t drawn anything in the past six days.

Mr. Hwan followed her eyes. “Still no sketching?”

She shook her head. “No inspiration.”

He didn’t ask more. He simply unwrapped the food and began eating, humming an old tune.

Suddenly, Mira’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out, expecting nothing important. But what she saw froze her.

A notification from a fan account she followed:

"Spotted leaving the venue—Soren caught tearing up backstage after the final song. Fans concerned. #StarFallConcert #SorenTears"

Her heart clenched.

She quickly locked the phone and stuffed it back in her coat. But her fingers trembled.

---

(Soren's Perspective)

Soren sat in the back seat oe van, his face resting against the window, eyes half-closed. The concert had gone well-better than he expected. Fans sang every lyric, lights danced across the stadium, and his voice held steady through every high note.

But there was no peace in his chest.

When he got home, he dropped onto the couch, exhausted. His bag slid from his shoulder, spilling a few papers across the floor. That's when he saw it-his plane ticket for next week, tucked inside the sketchbook he had brought to the café six days ago.

His heart stopped for a second.

He had left it there.

A deep breath. He didn't want to go back to that place. Not after how everything had unfolded. Not after her words.

But he had no choice.

Within minutes, he was back on the road. Rain had started again, light and rhythmic. The streets were quieter than usual. When the car reached the familiar corner, he told the driver to stop and got out.

The café looked dimly lit, almost closed. He pushed the door open. Empty.

No sound, no clatter of cups. Just the faint scent of coffee beans and old wood.

He scanned the place quickly, eyes falling on the table near the window. His sketchbook wasn't there. His chest tightened.

Then, just outside the window, a

faint golden glow caught his eye-

from the anti

street.

It was still op

He hesitated only a moment before

heading toward shop, unaware

that Mira was on the other side of

that door.

(Scene in the antique shop) D

The bell above the door jingled

softly as Soren stepped into the antique shop. The warm scent of old books, wood polish, and something faintly herbal filled the air.

An older man looked up from behind the counter. "Oh-hello," he said with a smile. "Back again?"

Soren offered a small nod.

"Actually... I was wondering if

you've seen the owner of the café

just up the street."

The man scratched his head. "Eli? He should be closing up now. But

Before he could finish, Soren's gaze had already shifted to the corner of the room.

There she was.

Mira.

She was standing near a shelf, holding a wrapped food container in her hand. Her eyes met his, wide for just a second-but then her face went still, almost blank.

Soren's throat dried.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," she replied, her voice quiet and flat.

A moment of silence settled between them. Heavy. Awkward. Neither of them moved.

"Thanks for the food, Mira," the old man cut in cheerfully, unaware of the tension. "You're always so kind."

Mira gave hin

glanced back

go."

"Wait-" Soren said, but his voice

vas barely abov whisper.

-----

(Tense Conversation Begins)

Soren took a cautious step forward.

"Mira, please-can we talk? Just for a minute."

She didn't answer. Just clutched the food container tighter and turned slightly, angling her body away from him.

"I know I messed up," he added quickly. "That day... the things I said... I was scared."

She gave a short, humorless laugh. "Scared of what? A conversation with someone who actually saw you?"

His heart dropped. "No. I mean- yes, but not because of you. I've never... had someone like you notice me that way. It freaked me out."

Mira looked at him then, sharp and tired. "So you thought it'd be easier to treat me like I was a problem?"

Soren opened his mouth, then closed it. No good answer.

She shook her head, stepping toward the door. "You said enough. I don't think we need to talk more."

And then she left. No dramatic goodbye, no second glance.

------

(Soren Tries Again)

Soren reached out and gently grabbed Mira's wrist before she could leave.

"Please," he said, his voice quieter now, almost shaky. "At least just listen. Even if you don't want to talk... just let me explain."

She hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod.

Without a word, she turned and walked back inte antique shop. Soren followed

The old man, sensing the heavy silence between them, gave Soren a quiet look and said, "I'll be in the back if you need anything." Then, he disappeared behind the curtain.

They stood across from each other. Mira didn't say a word.

Soren rubbed the back of his neck, searching for words.

"I was under pressure that day," he

started. "I had a lot on my mind. The concert, fans, the media... I didn't know what to say. I panicked."

Mira remained still. Silent. Her eyes didn't even flinch.

"I didn't want to hurt you," he added, voice softer. "I didn't mean to make you feel like you weren't important. I just-I'm not used to someone seeing me like that."

Still nothing from Mira. Not a word. Not even a blink of reaction.

So he kept talking, his excuses

piling up. "If the media finds out, it gets messy. I've seen it happen. It's not fair, but that's the way it is. I was just trying to protect both of us..."

But Mira just stood there. Silent. Not cold-just distant. And that silence said more than anything

-----

Mira finally looked up at him, her voice calm but firm.

"Are you done?"

Soren blinked, startled. "Yeah... I think so."

She took a deep breath, eyes steady.

"Then let me ask you something," she said. "Would you be okay... if I was your girlfriend?"

me, or

Silence.

"You don't have to hide me from anyone. I don't want to be one of your fans. I want to be someone else. Someone only you see."

Soren just stood there, stunned. Completely frozen.

His heart skipped a beat-or maybe two. That wasn't what he expected. Not at all.

Mira kept her gaze on him, her expression unreadable. "I'm not asking for fame, or attention. I'm not here because of your music. I was already here... before I even knew your name."

Mira took a deep breath. Her voice was quieter now, almost shy-but there was honesty in every word.

"If I gave you... six months," she said, "just to get to know me- without expecting anything more- would that be okay?"

Soren didn't move. He was still watching her, unsure what to say.

"I mean it," she continued. "No pressure, no drama. I've never made a move on any guy before. You're the first. I've never even had a boyfriend."

Her eyes dropped for a second, then lifted again.

"I just... I want to give us a chance. Not as a fan and an idol. Just as two people trying to understand each other."

She took a small step back, then added gently, "Please... think about it. You don't have to answer now."

"And during these six months," she said, softly, "I won't get in the way of your career. I might even help you grow."

---------

Soren stayed silent for a long moment. His eyes dropped to the floor, heavy with guilt and confusion.

"I... can't, Mira," he said at last, his voice soft but trembling.

"This... whatever it could be, it scares me. I'm not used to people getting that close."

He looked up, trying to read her reaction."You deserve someone who knows what they're doing. I live in a world where every move is watched, every feeling questioned. I don't want to drag you into that."

Mira didn't respond. She was still, eyes locked on his.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "It's not you. It's just... me."

He didn't move to leave. He stayed exactly where he was, hands clenched, unsure of what to say next. The silence between them thickened.

------

Mira looked at him, her voice calm but steady.

"Just give me these six months," she said softly.

"I promise, no one will ever know—unless you want them to. I would never risk your career. I just… want to know you, without all the noise."

Soren didn’t respond immediately. His jaw tightened.

His fingers nervously tapped the edge of the dusty wooden table.

It wasn’t anger. It was fear. Hesitation.

"I can’t," he finally said.

"Even if no one finds out, I will. And I won’t be able to see myself the same way."

"I’m sorry, Mira… You deserve someone who isn’t constantly hiding behind masks."

She didn’t cry. She didn’t even flinch.

But the silence that followed was louder than anything either of them had said.

---

"I'll say one thing, and then you just answer with one word-yes or no. That's all I'm asking."

Mira gently pulled her eyes away from the window, turned to him with a soft, almost trembling smile, and said:

"Imagine life as an ocean. Vast. Endless.

You're out there in the middle, drifting on a ship.

And I'm standing at the shore, watching you.

I don't know how to swim... But I see you slowly sinking.

I step into the water.

The cold bites at my skin. I'm scared.

But I move forward anyway-toward you.

I don't want to just stand and watch.

come to save you. But if I'm too late... If there's no way back... I'll wrap my arms around you- and drown with you.

Now just answer me with one word... Will you drown with me? Or not?"

-----

He stood there for a few seconds, eyes locked on hers- as if trying to hold back an old,

unspoken sorrow.

His breath was heavy. His heart racing. But his lips moved slowly, gently:

"I'm willing to drown with you... but only as someone who's your fan. Nothing more."

Mira's expression shifted. As if she had just laid the last piece of her heart on the table- and still, it wasn't enough.He stood up.

Didn't say another word.

Just held her gaze for a moment longer.

That quiet, aching smile that shows up after a hard decision crept onto his face.

Softly, Mira said: "So... you really are scared."

And this time, he didn't say anything.

He just stood there. Like a silent photograph.Mira stayed silent for a moment. The ticking of the old clock in the shop filled the quiet air between them.

Then, in a voice that wasn't angry or sad anymore-just tired-she said:

"So... you were never really going to drown with me.

Not now, not ever."

Her eyes weren't filled with tears anymore.

They weren't dry either.

It was like there were no feelings left at all.

Just a simple, cruel truth-

and a girl who had gathered all her

courage

for someone who was never going to stay.

He stayed quiet for a few moments.

His eyes dropped from Mira's face to the floor of the shop.

His breathing grew heavy-not from anger, not from sadness... but fear. Then he finally spoke, softly:

"No... don't say that...

I will drown with you...

I just... I don't know how to deal with all these feelings...

I don't know how to talk about them..."

He lifted his head slightly, caught her eyes for a second, and looked away again.

"I'm not the kind of guy who can easily say what's in his heart... But that day, when you left.. I felt something inside me break."

Then, almost whispering to himself:

"Just... give me a chance.

Not because I want to push you

away...

But because I need time to understand myself."

------

She spoke softly, but firmly:

"No, you misunderstood.

Drowning with me was never about duty, responsibility, or being a good person for your fans.

You can save yourself... and maybe feel sad for a little while because of me. But me?

I wanted to drown with you.

I could've stayed on the shore. Even though I don't know how to swim, I could've just watched you from afar.

But I didn't.

You've trapped yourself in this idea of your group, your fans...

Every answer you give is shaped by what your company or your fans might think.

Not once did you say: 'This is what / want.'It's always: the group, ARMY, duty...

But just once-

just once-

you forgot yourself.

And you forgot my feelings, too.

All I'm asking for... is for you to be brave, just once. Live for yourself-not for fear. Not to avoid drowning.

I ran into the water for you... even though I was scared."

He was silent. Staring at the wall in front of him like he was speaking to someone only he could hear. His silence was heavy-like a broken mirror, with each shard reflecting a piece of his fear.

In a quiet voice, he said:

"I'm afraid of breaking. Not just in front of you, not just in a relationship... I'm afraid of breaking in front of myself. You see, I've always had this mirror-this version of myself I worked hard to build.

One where I have to be perfect,

strong, flawless. But every time a

small crack appears, the whole

thing shatters. And when itshatters... I get hurt. By the pieces of myself."

He exhaled, shaky.

"I don't want to rebuild it again. Each time it's harder. It hurts more. That's why I run from feelings. From love, from closeness... even from the hands trying to save me. Because I always think that kind of rescue comes at a price. Maybe losing the very thing I built out of fear."

He looked at Mira. "I'm not afraid of drowning. I'm afraid of dragging you down with me."

-----

Mira spoke softly, but her voice carried quiet intensity:

"Right now... are you willing to break that mirror?"

That one sentence sparked something in his mind.

A flicker.

Something shifted deep inside him. It was as if all the fears, all the thick layers of defense he had built around himself, trembled in that moment.He imagined-just for a second- What if the mirror he had crafted so carefully, the flawless image made for others, shattered? Maybe then, for the first time, he could see his true self in the

broken pieces.

He slowly placed his hand on the table.

Looked at Mira.

His lips parted, but no words came

out.

Only his eyes spoke.

For the first time... unfiltered. Unafraid.

And maybe-just maybe-there was a silent "yes" hiding in his gaze.

------

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke:

"I'm afraid of the broken pieces, Mira...

Every time the mirror shatters, I bleed.

You have no idea how many times I've tried to put the shards back together,

but each time... I only end up more

cut."His trembling voice echoed quietly through the shop.

It was as if, for the first time, he was thinking out loud.

Mira watched him gently, patiently. The kind of gaze that listened not just to words-but to silence too.

After a few seconds, she said: "Then you're not afraid of breaking...

You're afraid of getting hurt again."He looked up, surprised.

No one had ever described his fear so clearly before.

His heart pounded faster.

It was as if her words weren't salt

to his wounds-but something soothing instead.

------

Mira took a small step closer, her voice calm but steady:

"What if I protect you from the broken pieces?

What if I build you a new mirror- one made from my clearest self, where there's no reflection of fear, no pressure, no past...

Only you. Only us.

Would you still not want me?

Just give me one chance- One chance to stand between you and the shards...

To make sure not a single one ever touches you again.

Please... just one chance.

The boy stays silent for a few seconds...

Then slowly lifts his gaze and looks at Mira.

His voice carries a faint tremble:

"My life... feels like a giant dead end.

Every time I think I've found a way

out,

I hit another wall.

A place where I have no way

forward-and no way back.

But somehow... when you're here...

That dead end feels a little less terrifying.

I still don't know if I can get out of it...

But for the first time...

I feel like maybe... Maybe it's worth trying."

She locks eyes with him. Her voice is soft but certain - like someone who's made up her mind:

"Let's break that dead end

together...

Let's face all your fears - side by side.

I'll stand in front of every shattered piece of that mirror,

So none of it can ever hurt you.

And then you...

With just your love...

You can heal every wound I carry.

Let's save each other -

Not just from drowning,

But from lonelir

From fear,

From a world that's turned its back on us so many times.

Just once...

Give me one chance.

Let me show you how, when you're tired of everything,

I can hold you and make it all fade away.

Will you let me?"

He stood there in silence.

It was like a thousand thoughts were running through his mind, but

not a single answer.

With a quiet, trembling voice, he said:

"This path...

It's not easy. It's hard. Really hard.

But I don't know why... Your words...

Your presence...

They calm me.

In a strange, unexplainable way.

You're like a quiet voice in a noisy world.

Like a safe moment I don't want to end.

But I still don't know what to do... I don't know if I can stay by your side the way you truly deserve."

She stepped a little closer. With a soft but confident voice, she said:

"Yeah... this path is hard. But if you're with me, even the hardest road can become the easiest one.

I'm not asking for things to be easy. I'm just asking for you to be with me."

He looked at her, really looked. And in that moment, it was like he finally let go of all his doubts.

He took a deep breath and, with a calm voice, said:

"Alright...

I'm in.

Let's go through it together.

-----

Mira smiled gently and said softly, "Do you want me to teach you your first lesson?"

The boy, still locked in her gaze, asked with a bit of surprise, "What lesson?"

Mira took a slow breath, then reached for his hand and said in a calm, steady voice:"Learn this...

That loving someone doesn't mean being perfect.

It means being scared sometimes, trembling even-but still choosing to stay.

It means letting someone see you at your weakest... so they can help you become stronger."

Mira smiled, her gaze calm yet filled with gentle certainty, and said:

"The first lesson is... to hug me."

The boy froze, staring at her in surprise.

It was as if his mind needed a moment to catch up with what his heart already knew.

Then, without a word, he stepped forward.

Slowly, with a heart pounding loud enough to echo in his ears, he wrapped his arms around Mira.

But it wasn't just a hug. It was the hug. He held her so tightly,

like someone afraid she'd be pulled away any second.

Like the world was about to snatch her away,

and this was his only chance to hold on.

All his fears, regrets, anxieties, and every unspoken word spilled silently into that one embrace.

For the first time... he simply was. No masks. No panic. No hiding.

----

She gently asked, her voice soft and calm:

"Do you feel calmer now?"

Without a moment's hesitation, still holding her close, he whispered:

"When you're in my arms...

I'm the calmest person in the world."

The girl smiled and said, "Well then, sir... allow me to properly introduce myself." Then, playfully, she added, "I am Mira Ravelle."

Soren blinked in surprise for a second, then burst out laughing. "Ravelle, huh?"

Mira winked with a grin. "I figured I'm allowed to borrow your last name now, right?"

Soren laughed - a warm, genuine laugh.

The kind of laugh that felt like it had been missing for years...

Mira teased him, "Aren't you going to introduce yourself, Mr. Ravelle?"

Soren chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Alright, alright... I'm Soren Ravelle, lead vocalist of Noctune. My job is to sing in front of thousands of people - and still be terrified of a simple conversation."

Mira laughed. "Such an honorable profession, Mr. Ravelle."

Soren shrugged playfully. "I try my best."

Soren paused, locking eyes with Mira. Then he smiled gently and said,

"Mira... I want to ask you out. A real date. Just you and me."

Mira looked at him warmly and softly replied,

"I accept from the bottom of my heart, my dear boyfriend."

Soren's eyes lit up. A smile crept across his face without him even realizing.

That one sentence seemed to melt away all his anxiety for a moment. He whispered,

"My dear boyfriend, huh?... When you said that, it felt like my world just became complete."

Mira chuckled and said, "But you can't just go anywhere... Remember how famous you are?"

Soren placed a hand on his forehead and laughed,

"Ah... right. I forgot for a second what a hassle it is being Soren

Rawell."

Then, with a calm smile, he added, "How about we have our date either at the same café where we first met... or, if you're more comfortable, at my place?"

Mira smiled softly and said, "I'd love to see your place... When should we meet?"

Without a moment of hesitation, Soren replied, "Tomorrow night. After the concert. Just you and me."

Soren paused, looking into Mira's eyes.

"By the way... I saw your name tonight among the people who registered for the concert. But you didn't show up."

Then, with a gentle and hopeful tone, he added,

"Will you come to my concert the day after tomorrow?"

Mira smiled playfully and asked, "If I come... will you be able to find me in that crowd?"

Soren chuckled, leaned in closer, gently ran his fingertip across her eyes,

then placed a soft kiss on her eyelids and whispered,

"These eyes... no matter where they are in the world, I'll find them."

Mira smiled with excitement and said,

"The night after tomorrow, I'll be a guest in the home of the world's best singer...

and I'm going to write the best memory of my life in my diary."

Soren smiled warmly, his eyes filled with affection, and said:

"The day after tomorrow,

someone's coming to my concert...

Someone whose embrace calms me down,

and who has the most beautiful eyes in the world."

Mira stood in front of Soren's house, holding a bouquet of Tiger Lilies and a box of handmade chocolates. The warm scent of the flowers floated in the evening air. She took a deep breath and, with a soft smile, rang the doorbell.

The door opened. Soren stood there, his gaze calm and full of warmth. After a brief pause, he smiled gently and said:

"Welcome, shy girl... to my home."

They both sat down on the couch. The atmosphere was cozy and intimate, with a soft amber glow coming from the lamp beside them. Soren looked at Mira with a gentle smile and said:

"It's unfair that you know

everything about me... but I don't. Miss Mira, what's your favorite flower?"

Mira looked down with a soft smile and said:

"Sunflowers... and chamomile."

Soren paused for a moment, staring at her as if he was feeling her with his heart, not just his eyes. Then he smiled - that rare smile that only shows up when he speaks from the deepest place inside and said:

"Sunflowers... always chasing the light, just like you.

Wherever I go, your presence feels

like their warmth beside me.

And chamomile... calm, delicate,

yet strong. That's you. You soften hearts with your smile, but behind that gentle peace, there's a girl who stands in front of the sharpest shards of glass to protect the one she loves.

If I had known these were your favorite flowers, I think I would've fallen for you even sooner."

Soren looked at her with a smile and asked:

"Do you want to watch a movie or cook something?"

Mira replied playfully, "Cook."

Soren stepped a little closer with that mischievous grin and said: "Then let's do both.

Movie for after dinner - so you'll stay the whole night with me."

Mira just laughed and winked.

Soren took her hand and said: "Let's head to the kitchen, Miss Sunflower."

Soren smiled at her and asked, "What's your favorite food?"

Mira answered, "Lasagna."

Soren laughed and said, "Sorry, my beautiful eyes... but I'm not that good at cooking. How about pizza for tonight? But I promise I'll learn to cook - especially lasagna, just for you."

Mira smiled and said, "If you cook it yourself, it'll be the most delicious meal in the world

Mira rolled up the sleeves of her blouse and stood by the counter, smiling. Soren tossed a kitchen towel over his shoulder and looked at her with deep affection.

"You know," he said, "every moment with you feels like life has given me another chance. Even cooking with you feels like performing on the world's most beautiful stage."

And what I

Mira laughed shyly,

"You always say the sweetest things."

As he rolled out the pizza dough, he added,

"I only say what I see.

see... is the most beautiful girl in the world making food with me."

Mira began sprinkling cheese and toppings. Soren came behind her, gently taking her hands to help. Their laughter filled the room like music.Softly, he whispered in her ear, "You warm up my house... and my heart."

Without turning around, Mira smiled,

"You make me wish time would stop... right here, right now."

As they placed the pizza in the oven, Soren held her hand and said, "I promise to learn a new recipe every day... but only if you stay by my side. Because with you, even cooking becomes love."

Mira took a playful bite of her pizza, smiling mischievously.

"Today, I was the best sous-chef

ever...

And you? The best chef in the world!

Whatever the food is, when I'm with you, I always have an appetite."

Soren laughed, his eyes glowing with affection:

"What am I supposed to do with all these beautiful titles you give me? Chef, best singer, Mr. Raoul...

You make me want to be the best at everything...

But only on one condition."

Mira raised an eyebrow playfully, "What's the condition?"

Soren looked straight into her eyes, "That you stay right here.

Always by my side, so every title you give me truly means something."

Mira smiled softly at Soren and said:

"Thank you...

Thank you for accepting the six-month chance.

You know...

The fact that you were even willing to try meant the world to me."

Soren gently took her hand, his voice warm and full of emotion:

This chance... it's not just six months for me. It's forever.

Thank you for putting back together all the broken pieces of me...

Thank you for bringing peace into my life with your heart,

and staying by my side to protect me.

I'm the one who's thankful, Mira... Not just for these six months... But for coming into my life."

Soren gently pulled Mira into a hug.

But as soon as he wrapped his arms around her, he felt a subtle tremble in her body.

He paused slightly, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.

Mira's voice was soft, but there was quiet fear behind it:

a

"Soren...

If these six months pass...

And even if we both realize it won't work out...

Promise me we'll part ways peacefully...

No fights, no broken hearts. Like two grownups..."

Silence fell between them for a moment.

Soren stared deep into her eyes,

then slowly leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

In a warm whisper, he said:

"I won't leave you... You know why? Because when someone like you enters my life, everything changes.

You gathered the broken pieces of me...

You became the light I was always chasing.

So don't even think about goodbye. I'm walking this path with you- Even if the whole world walks away,

I'll stay.

If you're scared, I'll hold you.

If you doubt, I'll show you certainty

with my eyes.

Just say the word-

And I'll stay, Mira. Always."

let

Soren couldn't bring himself to

go of Mira-not even for a second. Deep inside, he always felt like someone, or something, might try to take her away from him.

He rested his face gently in her hair and softly asked:

"Did you enjoy dinner?"

Mira smiled in his arms. "Very much... But having you there made it special."

Soren smiled too, then asked with a tender curiosity:

"Can I get to know you more?"

She nodded gently, still wrapped in his embrace.

As he ran his fingers through her soft hair, he whispered:

"If you had one power to erase something from this world... what would you choose?"

Mira paused for a moment. Then, with calm confidence, she answered:

"Anger."

Soren blinked, surprised by the answer-but then his expression melted into a deep, admiring smile. He kissed her forehead and said:

"What a beautiful... and perfect answer.

Anger causes most of the pain in this world.

Wars, heartbreak, division...

But you-you're the opposite.

You're peace.

Like your answer.

Like your presence in my life.

You came to show me love where anger once lived."He gently caressed her hair again, placed a soft kiss on her head, and in that quiet moment-

all of Soren's fears, just for a while, faded into stillness...

Soren gently asked with a smile: "Mira... is there anything in your life you regret?"

Mira gave him a playful look, grinned, and said: "Yeah... loving you."

Soren blinked, stunned for a second-but she quickly laughed and added:

"I'm kidding!"

Then, her tone softened, her voice calm and sincere:

"No... I don't regret anything.

I don't think anyone should regret their choices.

Even the hard ones-even the

wrong ones-they all taught me something.

Every step led me here... to you, Soren."

Soren was completely mesmerized by her words.

He smiled-not just a simple smile, but one filled with admiration, gratitude... and love..

He whispered:

"You're the deepest, strongest person I've ever met.

You teach me about life even when you don't mean to.

You deserve to be celebrated, Mira.

Every word from you... every smile... is priceless."

Mira leaned her cheek softly against his arm, and a sweet silence settled between them- the kind that says everything... without needing a single word.

Soren smiled as he looked into

Mira's eyes and asked:

"Mira, who's your favorite singer?"

Mira froze for a second.

Her heart started beating faster. How could she tell him that every night she looks at the moon and listens to his songs with her whole soul?

That his voice had become part of her heartbeat-part of her silence?

She averted her gaze, hesitated for a moment, then softly said with a faint smile:

"Honestly... I don't have a favorite singer."

Soren raised an eyebrow slightly, but stayed quiet.

She continued,

"But there's one song that always makes my heart tremble...

City of Stars.

I don't know why, but every time I hear it, I feel like someone is speaking to me from the deepest part of their soul."

Soren smiled, but something shifted in his chest.

The answer wasn't direct, But the feeling behind it... Was more real than anything he'd ever heard..

Soren, still gazing at Mira, asked gently,

"What's your favorite color?"

Mira looked around for a second, then softly said,

"White. Always white."

Soren paused for a moment, then his smile deepened.

"I'm not surprised at all.

White... like the kind of light that quietly fills a room.

Like peace that enters the heart

without needing permission. Like your soul."

He looked deep into her eyes.

"White is just like that song, City of

Stars...

It seems simple, but once you really listen-there's a whole world of feeling behind it. You're the same, Mira.

Simple, but so deep.

Quiet, but full of meaning.

Clear, but no one can really reach the bottom of your heart."

Mira blushed a little and smiled.

Soren leaned in slightly and whispered,

"The more I get to know you, the more I realize you've become... the safest color in my world."

Mira fell silent for a moment. Her eyes locked with Soren's, her lips slightly trembling. In a soft but shaky voice, she asked:

"I told you I'd protect you from all the broken shards of glass... didn't?

Soren nodded slowly, his heart pounding in his chest.

She took a deep breath and continued:

"What if one day... the one who needs protecting is me?

Would you do it?

Even if, on that day... I'm no longer myself?

Even if I become the scariest person in the world?

Even if everyone else runs away... would you still stay with me?"

A heavy silence filled the room.

Soren gently took her hands.

Looked deep into her eyes.

His heart was racing, but his voice was steady:

"Mira...

I chose you-not just when you're strong, calm, and shining.

But when you're broken, when you're scared, when you're even afraid of yourself.

If the day ever comes when the world tries to take you away from me...

I'll stand against the world.

Protecting you... isn't my duty-it's my love.

And love... never backs down."

Soren stood close to Mira, his eyes like a poem written for just one person. Every word he said became warmer, every glance brought them closer, and the space between their hearts grew smaller.

He was holding her hands, gazing deep into her eyes-the eyes that felt like peace, like home.

He paused. His heart whispered, "Now."

Slowly, gently, he leaned in toward her...

His heart pounding... just a breath

away...

But just as his lips almost met hers,

Mira softly leaned back with a gentle smile that carried a sweet trembling:

"You're my first chef, Soren...

The first person I've ever been

completely myself with. Kiss me only when you're sure your feelings for me are forever.

When I become your moon...

The only light you ever want in your nights-

Then... let that first kiss be our quietest sunrise."

A tender silence settled between them.

Soren smiled-a smile full of respect, full of love.

Then gently... he kissed her forehead.

"Alright... Until that night, I'll wait for you... With all of me, My moon."

The lights were dim, a soft melody filled the quiet room, and the air was gently cool.

Soren and Mira sat side by side on the couch, a cozy blanket over their legs.

Soren looked at her with a smile and said:

"Alright, now it's my turn to listen. Mira Raoul... tell me.

What are you afraid of? What don't you like?

And what makes your heart skip a beat?"

Mira hesitated for a moment, then smiled softly:

"I'm afraid of heights... and the dark.

That's why I always look at the moon.

It's always there, even when everything else is gone."

Soren tilted his head gently, took her hand in his and squeezed it lightly.

"It's good that you look at the

moon...

Because now, that moon is you to me

And I promise,

I'll never let you sit in the dark alone.

As long as I'm here, there'll always be a little light- just for you."

Mira lowered her gaze.

"I can't eat bitter or spicy food. It just throws me off completely."

Soren chuckled.

"Then from now on, I'll make everything sweet for you.

I'll even become the sweetness in your life.

Nothing bitter deserves to touch your lips...

You weren't made for bitterness, Mira."

She smiled, her eyes softening.

"I love café-hopping... especially the quiet ones, when it's raining outside."

Soren grinned with a playful sparkle in his eyes.

"Then get ready-

every rain from now on will be an excuse for me to take you to a new

café.

And maybe one day,

one of those cafés will be the place I...

slip a ring on your finger."

Mira's eyes widened, cheeks flushing pink.

"You move fast with those serious vibes."

He shrugged.

"When someone chooses with their heart,

they don't want to waste time."

She hesitated again, then said:

"I love cats...

But I'm scared of dogs.

One bit me when I was a kid.

Even now, I get nervous around them."

Soren grew still, then gently placed his hand over her heart.

"If I even think your heart might tremble,

I'll make sure you always have me to hide behind.

You just love your cats...

Let me handle the dogs,

the world,

and all the pain.

Your heart is far too soft for fear."

Mira smiled, her soul finally beginning to breathe. And that night...

Right in the safety of Soren's arms and the warmth of his words,

she started to believe maybe...

just maybe...

they could start again.

Maybe this six months-

was only the beginning of forever.

---

It was a quiet night. A gentle breeze flowed through the trees lining the street, and the warm glow of the streetlights bathed everything in gold.

Soren and Mira walked side by side, a peaceful silence between them, their footsteps softly echoing on the pavement.

But the one thing that stood out more than anything…

Soren’s hand, tightly holding Mira’s.

As if letting go meant losing something he’d never find again.

Mira glanced at him and smiled, teasing gently:

"Aren’t you going to let go of my hand?"

Without looking away from the road ahead, Soren said quietly,

"No… because this hand feels like home."

Mira didn’t reply right away. Her heart thudded softly.

Soren continued, his voice even softer now:

"I’m holding it because I don’t know if I’d ever have the courage to take it again if I let go…

and because I never want you to feel alone. Not even for a second."

She turned to look at him, her expression unreadable but warm.

"You’re way more romantic than you let on, Soren Raoul."

He chuckled faintly.

"Maybe it’s because I’m walking beside someone who doesn’t know how to love halfway…

and I’m learning from her, every time she looks at me."

They finally reached Mira’s door.

Soren still hadn’t let go of her hand.

Mira smiled gently.

"You’ll see me tomorrow… right?"

He nodded.

"As long as you want me to… every tomorrow is a day I get to see you."

Just before she turned to go, Soren slowly lifted her hand, placed a soft kiss on it, and said:

"Your hand… is the safest place in the world for me."

---

Soren stood by Mira’s front door, her hand still warmly nestled in his.

The smile on his face hadn’t left all evening.

In a quiet, heartfelt voice, he said:

"You know... it's been a long time since I've felt this happy. It’s like this short night somehow took all the weight off my shoulders."

Mira was silent for a moment. Then, with her eyes reflecting the stars above, she gently looked up at the sky and asked:

"Soren... do you see the moon?"

Soren lifted his head.

The full moon was glowing brilliantly above them, casting a soft light over everything.

He smiled and replied:

"Yeah. It’s beautiful."

Mira’s voice was calm but full of emotion.

"Whenever we’re apart, just know that I’ll be looking at that same moon too.

It’s like the moon becomes our little promise—our secret date in the sky."

Soren gently tightened his hold on her hand and said:

"Then every time I see the moon... I’ll remember there's a girl smiling at me from the other side of it."

Mira smiled, softly—but with a depth that said more than words ever could.

---

Mira paused for a moment, her hand still resting warmly in Soren’s. Her gaze lifted to the sky — to the moon, glowing softly above, like it was quietly listening to every heartbeat they shared.

With a trembling voice, full of something deeper than fear, she said:

"Soren...

If one day, we’re no longer meant for each other...

If fate chooses to pull us apart...

Promise me you’ll talk to the moon about me every night.

Promise me you won’t let even the moon forget

there was once a girl who loved you — with all your broken pieces..."

Soren went quiet for a moment. He looked away from the moon and turned his gaze to Mira. That sentence—*“if we’re no longer meant to be”—*hit something deep inside him. A slight frown formed on his face, one born of sadness. But it didn’t last long. It softened into a gentle smile.

He squeezed her hands gently and said:

“You still don’t realize what you’re doing to my world, Mira...

You’re not someone who can be forgotten.

I already talk to the moon every night because it reminds me of your eyes.

But I won’t promise to just talk about you—

I’ll promise to whisper your name every night,

like you’re still here beside me,

like we’re still laughing together.”

He paused, his voice quieter, warmer.

“But before that day ever comes…

Let me live every day with you in a way

that I’ll never have to talk to the moon about losing you.”

There was a spark in his eyes—not just of love,

but of a quiet vow forming in his heart:

to hold on to Mira… for as long as he could.

Mira gently leaned into Sooren’s embrace, resting her head against his chest. A soft kiss landed on his cheek as she whispered into the quiet night:

"Then promise me... from now on, I’ll be your moon, and you’ll be my star."

Sooren wrapped his arms around her tightly, as if trying to protect her from the whole world. He leaned down, burying his face in her hair and taking in her scent like it was the calm after every storm.

With a voice full of warmth and love, he said:

"You already are my moon, Mira...

The light that finds me in my darkest hours.

I’ll be your star, every night, every moment.

If the moon is meant to guide the way,

then I’ll follow you to the end of the world.

And even if the earth stops spinning one day,

my heart will still beat—just for you."

His fingers gently ran through her hair, caressing her softly, tenderly.

That night, for both of them, meant only one thing:

The beginning of something no one could ever end. 🌙✨

-------

When Soren finally got home, the sound of Mira’s laughter was still echoing in his ears. The way she had whispered, “Be my star…” kept replaying in his mind like a song he never wanted to end.

He turned off the car but didn’t get out right away. He leaned his head back against the seat, taking a deep breath. Even though she had been in his arms all night, he already missed her—her scent, her gaze, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled.

A few minutes later, he stepped into his apartment. He didn’t turn on the lights. The soft glow from the streetlight outside poured in through the window, casting gentle shadows across the room.

He sat on the couch, phone in hand, staring at their chat. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, typing and deleting a few words over and over.

Finally, he wrote:

“Are you awake?”

Then he whispered to himself:

“Mira… I miss you. Already.”

---

Soren:

"Why hasn’t my moon fallen asleep yet?"

Mira:

"Because your moon was missing her star..."

Soren (smiling at his phone):

"Your star is watching you from the sky right now…

Do you want him to sing you a lullaby, my moon? 🌙✨"

Let me know if you'd like to continue their late-night conversation in English too 💫

Mira playfully typed:

– I’m talking to the moon about you. Telling it how spoiled you are.

Soren laughed and replied:

– I’m spoiled?

Mira wrote back:

– Yeah! Otherwise, how could you miss me this fast?

Soren paused for a moment, then replied:

– When my moon is far from me, missing her is the most natural thing in the world… My moon, you're the very reason this heart keeps beating.

Soren typed:

— Now it's my turn to talk to the moon...

He paused for a moment, then wrote:

— Hey moon,

Take care of my moon — the girl who stole my heart.

If her eyes ever look tired, shine a little brighter for her.

If her smile fades, wrap her in your light and calm her heart.

Tell her there's someone down here whose heart beats just for her.

Someone who will never let her feel alone.

My moon... I’ll always love you.

Even when you’re right here beside me, I already miss the moments that haven't come yet

---

Inside Mira’s Mind…

“I wish…

I wish he hadn’t fallen for me this deeply.

I wish his eyes didn’t light up like that every time he called me his moon.

Because now, just hearing those two words makes my whole world tremble.

I’m breathing in love, but deep inside… there’s fear.

Fear that… if something ever happened to me…

If one day, fate decides to take me away—

What would happen to him?

Soren’s given me too much of his heart.

It’s like he took all his broken pieces, all the shards of who he used to be,

and patched them up with my love.

But if I’m not here one day…

I’m scared those wounds will bleed again.

That he’ll hurt.

That he’ll fall back into that same dead-end road I pulled him from.

I wish I hadn’t become his moon…

But even if time rewound,

I’d still want to melt into his arms,

I’d still want to whisper into his ear:

‘You’re the only person who makes me feel like I’m home when you hold me.’”

---

Text to Soren:

"Your moon is writing about tonight’s memories… then she’ll fall asleep smiling, thinking of you :)"

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☀️ Next Morning...

Soft sunlight filtered into the room as Soren stirred awake—earlier than his alarm. Running a hand through his messy hair, a sleepy smile spread across his face just from thinking about Mira.

He picked up his phone, stared at the screen for a moment, then recorded a voice message with his deep, morning voice, still heavy with sleep but full of warmth:

📱 Voice Message to Mira:

"Good morning... my moon.

I hope your first smile today is because of this voice.

Wake up, the world’s a little too quiet without you.

I hope your day is filled with beautiful things—just like you."

He set the phone down with a peaceful smile, knowing that somewhere, a heart was now beating a little faster.

☀️ Mira was still wrapped in her sweet sleep, her hair sprawled across the pillow, her face peaceful—just like the peace she brought to Sooren's heart...

About an hour later, the morning light gently touched her eyelids. She yawned softly, her eyes still half-closed, and reached for her phone.

A voice message from Sooren...

The moment she heard the words "Good morning, my moon..." a soft smile spread across her lips. She placed the phone over her heart, still lying in bed, listening to his voice.

But suddenly, a knock at the door pulled her out of her dreamy state.

Knock knock knock...

Surprised, she sat up, quickly fixed her hair, and slipped into her slippers. She called out:

— "Who is it?"

And Sooren’s familiar voice came from the other side, laced with warmth and a smile:

— "My moon hasn’t replied to my good morning yet... so I came to wake her up myself."

Mira’s heart fluttered. She answered shyly:

— "Sooren... you came here?"

— "I couldn’t take it... even one hour without your voice felt too long."

✨

When Mira opened the door, she was surprised to see Soren standing there — his usual soft smile on his face and his hair slightly tousled by the morning breeze. He was holding a cup of coffee just for her, and the same tender warmth danced in his eyes.

But Mira's expression quickly shifted from surprise to concern.

Softly and anxiously, she said,

— “Soren… what are you doing here? What if someone saw you? You’re too famous… someone might take a photo or report it…”

She quickly pulled him inside and shut the door behind them.

Soren chuckled gently, set the cup of coffee on the nearby table, and took Mira’s slightly trembling hands in his:

— “Calm down, my moon… no one saw me. I came early, the street was empty. I was careful — I promise.”

Still, Mira looked worried. A quiet storm stirred in her eyes.

Soren stepped closer, rested his forehead against hers, and whispered:

— “I know you’re worried, and I cherish that feeling with all my heart. But even with a thousand obstacles, I can’t hide how much I miss you. I’m here because my heart couldn’t bear even a moment more without seeing you.”

Mira leaned into his arms, hiding her face in his chest like she always did when she needed to feel safe.

Soren held her close and said,

— “I promise to protect you... just like you protect me.”

Soren, with the same excitement glowing in his eyes, pulled Mira into a tight hug, like those few hours apart had felt like an eternity. He kissed her forehead gently and smiled:

— "Ahh… now my longing is cured, my moon."

Mira smiled, though there was a soft worry behind her eyes.

Soren took her hands in his and added:

— "But I have to go to the company… We’ve got practice with the guys for the concert. I just couldn’t start my day without seeing you."

Mira nodded with love shining in her gaze.

— "Go and shine, like you always do…"

Soren stepped back slowly, eyes still locked on hers.

Before closing the door, he added with a soft smile:

— "Tonight, I’ll come back to the only place my heart feels at peace… back to my moon."

-------

As Soren sat down on the floor to catch his breath between rehearsals, Jack walked over with a water bottle and handed it to him.

“Hey, Soren… why have you been smiling non-stop since you got here? You’ve been totally distracted. What’s going on?”

Soren gave a soft smile and didn’t answer right away. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, as if trying to find the right words. Then he turned to Jack and said:

“It’s nothing really… it’s just that… I found my moon.”

Jack raised an eyebrow.

“Your moon? Bro, what are you talking about?”

Soren smiled deeper, his eyes glowing a little more now.

“She’s the one who hears me even when I’m silent. When everything around me feels dark, she’s the light I see. You know, Jack… Mira feels like a piece of the sky that finally fell into my world.”

Jack chuckled and nudged him.

“So that’s why you’ve been grinning like an idiot? Just don’t wear us out with all that lovey-dovey energy, Romeo.”

Soren laughed and raised his water bottle.

“To my moon—worth every ounce of tiredness.”

---

Mira's message to Soren:

"Can you come over tonight? 😌

Will this famous singer accept my invitation or not? 🎶" (with a playful tone)

Soren:

"After practice, I’m definitely coming to see you, my moon 🌙

Your star is on his way to you… and nothing sounds better than that. ✨"

---

A few hours later...

The doorbell rang.

Mira stepped away from the mirror, surprised, and hurried to the door. She barely opened it when she was met with a bouquet of fresh sunflowers, a box of sweet chocolates, and Soren standing there with a dreamy smile on his face.

Taking a deep breath, Soren said:

“My moon… I missed the scent of your gaze, the sound of your voice, missed you. I left rehearsal early… I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

Before Mira could say a word, he gently pulled her into his arms.

Soft but firm — like someone holding onto the one thing they’d been aching for.

He whispered into her hair with a warm smile:

“These chocolates are for your sweetest lips… and these flowers? For the girl who even outshines the sun.”

Still in his arms, Mira teased with a playful smile:

“Didn’t you promise not to fall so hard that you couldn’t handle being apart?”

And Soren, eyes sparkling, answered:

“I promised to love my moon — never to stay away from her.”

---

Soren was still holding Mira tightly when she softly asked,

"Did you miss me a lot?"

Without a second of hesitation, with a calm yet deeply emotional voice, Soren replied,

"Yeah... so much."

Mira smiled sweetly, a mix of love and a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Then to make up for all that missing... let me stroke your hair."

Soren immediately leaned his head down with a shy grin, like a child waiting to be comforted.

It was as if all the tiredness in the world melted away in that moment.

That boy... he was truly in love.

Completely, wholeheartedly.

Mira, catching the sparkle in his eyes, said playfully,

"Now guess what I made for you?"

Soren squinted, smiling,

"Your favorite food? Lasagna?"

Mira chuckled,

"You're too smart, boy... but something bad happened."

Her smile faded just a little.

"I burned my hand."

Soren’s face immediately turned serious. He grabbed her hands gently, checking them with worried eyes.

"My moon... you need to be more careful with yourself. You’re more precious than anything. Not even a scratch should ever be on these hands."

As he kissed her fingers softly, he added,

"I can’t bear to see you in pain. Promise me you’ll be more careful next time, okay?"

His gaze was full of love.

Not the ordinary kind—

The kind that makes someone vulnerable... and deeply, beautifully attached.

---

When Mira saw the worry in Sooren’s eyes, she gently placed her hand in his and smiled softly.

Mira:

"Don't worry, it's just a tiny burn... no bigger than an ant. I promise it’ll heal quickly."

Sooren let out a concerned breath, still looking carefully at her hand.

Sooren:

"Even if it’s the size of a needle’s tip, I can’t stand seeing you in pain… especially when I feel like I could’ve prevented it."

Mira:

"You didn’t cause it..."

But Sooren lifted her hand, placed a gentle kiss on the burn, and whispered:

Sooren:

"From now on, I promise I’ll be more careful with you, my moon.

You're meant to shine… not get hurt.

You should never feel pain—not even for a second."

Mira gave a soft, half-sad smile and said:

“We said we’d drown together… not that one of us would survive while the other sacrifices themselves.

But it feels like you’d throw yourself into the waves just to save me.

Don’t forget… we promised to drown together. Both of us.”

Soren looked into her eyes, his breathing slowed, but his voice was full of quiet certainty:

“I won’t let anything hurt you, even if it means I go under.

If we’re going to drown, then let your hands stay in mine.

I promise—I’ll never let go, not even in the middle of a storm.”

Mira looked at him with soft eyes and said:

"You really love your moon, don't you?"

Soren smiled, his eyes lighting up as he replied with warmth:

"Love is too small a word for what I feel for you.

I love you with everything I have…

with every moment, every thought, every fear and every dream.

Moon means you to me. And I'm in love with it, because it’s you."

They both smiled warmly as they walked over to the dinner table. The lasagna Mira had lovingly prepared was still warm, and its delicious aroma filled the entire house. Soren took a bite and, with eyes full of joy, said:

“My moon, you’re not just cooking—you’re casting spells.”

Mira laughed and replied,

“It’s not magic, it’s just lasagna... made with love.”

Soren looked at her deeply and softly said,

“Everything’s different when it’s made with your love.”

They ate slowly, savoring both the food and the moment. Partway through dinner, Soren smirked a little and said playfully:

“By the way… during practice today, Jack kept watching me. Then he finally came over and asked, ‘Soren, you’ve been acting weird lately. Smiling all the time. Who’s this moon you keep mentioning?’”

Mira giggled and asked,

“And what did you say?”

Soren took her hand, kissed her fingers, and whispered:

“I told him she’s the one who makes even the darkness feel bright when she’s near me. She’s my moon... and now, she’s my life.”

Mira smiled softly and said,

"That's not a problem... you can tell him about me."

Soren let out a gentle laugh and looked at her with warmth in his eyes.

"They’re like family to me," he said. "I want them to know about the person who makes me the happiest."

He reached across the table, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and added:

"You’re not just someone I talk about, Mira… you’re someone I’m proud to love."

Mira and Sooren stood side by side on the balcony. A soft breeze played with Mira’s hair as Sooren couldn’t take his eyes off her. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver light gently over them.

Sooren whispered,

"The moon must be jealous tonight… because I’m standing next to my moon."

Mira smiled and replied,

"Aren’t you tired of always calling me your moon?"

Sooren shook his head and said,

"Never. Every night I look at it, I see you. You’re the only one who calms my whole world just by looking at me."

Mira was quiet for a moment, then looked up at the sky.

"Do you think these moments will last forever? Or will they just become memories someday?"

Sooren gently took her hand, kissed it softly, and said,

"I’ll create all the memories with you — the kind we’ll smile about one day, not miss with sadness. I promise… as long as the moon exists, I’ll be by your side."

Mira looked at him, her eyes shining, and whispered,

"And every night I look at the moon, I’ll think of you. Because my moon… never forgets her star."

Mira went to grab her white sketchbook—the same one she had with her at the café on the first day—and handed it to Soren with a soft smile.

Soren took it with his usual playful grin and said,

“So... it’s okay if I take a peek now, Miss Artist—my moon?”

Mira laughed and replied,

“Not only is it okay… I actually want you to see them.”

Soren started flipping through the pages, his eyes full of awe and admiration. Just as he was immersed in one of the sketches, Mira said quietly,

“You know… I’ve known you for a long time. It’s like I saw you in a dream once. A boy with a necklace of the moon and a star around his neck... Since then, every time I looked at the moon, I remembered that dream. I kept hoping I’d find that boy. And then… I met you.”

Soren froze for a moment, his heart racing. He looked at her with a soft, stunned smile and said,

“You mean… you’ve known me for that long? Maybe… maybe this really is fate.”

Then, slowly, he pulled out the moon and star necklace from under his shirt—the one no one had ever seen before.

He said gently,

“This necklace has been with me for years… but you’re the first person who’s ever seen it. Maybe it was the moon that led me to you… so my moon could finally find her star.”

And then, he looked into her eyes like a star locking into orbit… forever circling the one moon it was made to shine for.

Mira smiled softly, her sketchbook still in Sorren’s hands, but her eyes fixed on his face.

“It might sound silly,” she said gently, “but I always thought… if that boy from my dream was real, when I found him, something in my heart would finally calm down. And tonight… I feel like I’ve been searching for years, and I finally found him.”

Sorren lightly traced the corner of her sketchbook with his fingers, then whispered,

“You didn’t make it hard to find me, my moon. The moon is never really lost—you just have to look up.”

Mira chuckled—that quiet kind of laugh that glowed in her eyes more than her lips.

“You know, Sorren… I’ve never been afraid of falling in love. But losing it? That terrifies me. You’ve become so familiar to my heart… like you’ve always been in it.”

Sorren moved a little closer, pressing his forehead gently against hers.

“I was in your heart… because you believed in me, even before I arrived.”

Time moved slowly, softly, but goodbye was creeping in like the hush before dawn. Sorren let out a quiet sigh, clearly not ready to leave.

“I have to go... The guys have early practice tomorrow. If I show up late, Jack’s going to lose it.”

Mira lowered her gaze, a subtle sign that she didn’t want the night to end either. But then she smiled, warm and understanding.

“Alright… but promise me—when you get home, you’ll check in with your moon.”

Sorren laughed and cupped her face with both hands.

“Every night, before I sleep, I talk to my moon first… because if my moon isn’t smiling, her star has no light to shine.”

Then, he kissed her forehead once more. A long, lingering kiss… like holding on to the last second before sunrise.Soren softly asked, his voice full of longing,

"Can I sleep at your place tonight? I don’t want to be away from you… not even for a little while."

Mira, a bit surprised, looked away and hesitated,

"Um... I don’t know. Isn’t that a bit... sudden?"

Soren pouted like a child and said playfully,

"Please, my moon… just tonight. I promise I won’t be a bother."

Mira chuckled, giving in a little,

"Okay, okay… but only because you asked so sweetly. But you should know—I only have one bed."

Soren grinned and quickly replied,

"I’ll sleep on the floor, I don’t care. As long as I’m near you."

Mira teased,

"Not the floor… You can sleep on the bed, but under one condition!"

Soren’s eyes lit up,

"Anything you say!"

With a playful smirk, Mira said,

"We draw a pillow border between us. A solid, clear line of defense right in the middle. Deal?"

Soren laughed and gazed at her with love,

"Deal, Commander of Boundaries. But just know… not even the fluffiest pillow wall can separate my heart from my moon."

Mira giggled, and they both walked toward the bedroom.

Inside, she carefully started lining up pillows in the middle of the bed—like a border between two very important countries.

Soren watched her with amusement and said playfully,

"So your stuffed animal can cuddle you, but I can't? Is that fair?"

Mira didn’t respond—she was too focused on arranging the pillows just right. Making sure everything was in place, like a night shift security guard.

They both lay down on the bed, each on their own side.

Soren whispered softly toward her,

"So... what if I suddenly hugged you?"

Mira replied gently,

"Don’t… be a good boy."

Soren pouted dramatically,

"How am I supposed to sleep next to my moon and only talk to a pillow?"

"You’re torturing me here…"

"Just a little affection, a little love… don’t be stingy..."

But eventually, no response came back.

Soren turned his head and saw Mira had fallen asleep peacefully—her breathing slow and calm, her hair spread out like a painting.

He fell silent, smiling, and whispered in the softest, most adoring tone,

"Goodnight… my moon."

And just like that, still watching her, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Morning had come.

Soft rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, gently landing on Mira’s face.

Soren had woken up earlier, and the first thing he saw… was his moon peacefully sleeping in his arms.

The pillow wall they’d built — long forgotten, melted away sometime during the night.

Soren took a deep breath and smiled.

He whispered:

"This is the most beautiful morning of my life."

He softly tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and continued:

"You know… there’s nothing more perfect in this world than waking up next to someone who means everything to you."

"Even in your sleep, you calm me... it’s like you’re gently holding my heart."

"If only you knew what your smile does to me… and right now, even while you're asleep, I already miss you."

"I promise… every morning you open your eyes, I’ll be the first to put a smile on your lips."

And he just kept watching her...

With eyes full of love.

Silent. Gentle.

As if the whole world had paused for this one moment —

For his moon. 🌙

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One month later...

In that time, Mira and Soren’s relationship had grown into something deeper than love.

They weren’t just in love anymore — they had become a part of each other’s everyday life.

The late-night texts, Mira’s laughter, Soren’s stargazing eyes... it all became a routine neither of them could live without.

Despite Soren’s intense rehearsals and company pressure for their upcoming concert, he made sure to see Mira every night — even if it was just for a few minutes.

Mira’s sketchbook had filled with new drawings — and every single one had something in common: a moon… and a star.

That night, Soren had one of the most important concerts of the year.

The crowd was massive.

The energy, electric.

And Mira?

She was right in the front row.

Wearing that same soft smile.

With eyes only looking for one thing: her star.

From the moment the lights in the arena dimmed, it was as if the entire audience held their breath. Thousands of fans sat in anticipation, their eyes locked on the stage. A single spotlight lit up the center—and there he was.

Soren stepped out with that gentle smile, and the crowd erupted in screams.

Everyone could feel it. This performance was different.

There was something special in the air.

Maybe it was the way his eyes sparkled under the lights, or maybe it was because he didn’t just look like a star tonight… he felt like one.

With every song, Soren wasn’t just singing—he was speaking to hearts.

The energy pouring from him was raw and honest.

When his gaze scanned the crowd, people swore he looked right at them, like he was singing their story.

But then... it happened.

His eyes landed on Mira—seated in the front row, right in the center.

A subtle change in his expression. Softer. Warmer. Real.

One girl in the crowd whispered to her friend,

“Did you see that? That look… he’s in love. He’s singing for her.”

A guy nearby added,

“He’s different tonight. Like a man who’s found his home.”

The concert became more than just music.

It was a confession. A celebration.

And each lyric, each melody, seemed to orbit around just one person:

Soren’s moon.

By the end, the audience didn’t just applaud for his voice.

They applauded for his heart.

Because that night, they all witnessed love in its purest form—on a stage lit by starlight.

Let me know if you'd like to jump to the moment after the concert or switch perspectives to Mira watching him. 🌙✨

The lights on stage were warm, the crowd was roaring with excitement, but for Soren — in the middle of all that sound and color — only one thing truly mattered: Mira’s eyes.

As the band moved into the romantic part of the setlist, where the melodies softened and the lights dimmed, Soren’s gaze instinctively found its way to a very specific point in the crowd — the spot where he knew his moon was sitting.

Every lyric he sang felt like it had been written just for her.

Every note carried a piece of his heart.

And each time he harmonized with Jack, there was this quiet, knowing smile they shared — the kind that only the members would recognize.

Jack understood. Not everything, but enough to sense that Soren’s glances weren’t meaningless.

In his heart, Soren whispered:

"I wrote this song for you... long before I even knew I’d find you. Long before I knew you'd really walk into my world one night."

During one of the slower ballads, the entire crowd fell into a hushed silence, waiting for the next breath.

Soren took that moment to steal one more glance — just one more — at Mira, and in his mind he said:

"No one knows... but every drop of love tonight belongs to you. Only you."🌙✨

The concert ended with the roaring applause of thousands. The lights dimmed, and the band members left the stage one by one — but hearts were still stirred by the echo of that final love song.

The audience, unaware of the sweet secret between Soren and the girl hidden among them, spoke of how deeply emotional his performance was.

Many said it felt like he was singing for someone — like his eyes were searching for a single soul in the crowd.

But behind the curtains, a very different scene unfolded.

Soren, still in his stage outfit, sat on the dressing room chair, his eyes half-closed, his voice hoarse and spent.

His assistant approached him with concern.

“Soren? You okay?”

No reply.

Minutes later, Soren had passed out on the backstage couch.

His body exhausted, his mind echoing with cheers, and his heart aching for the one he didn’t get to see that night.

Meanwhile, Mira had checked her phone several times.

No message from him.

Her heart began to worry, but when Soren’s manager picked up her short call and simply said:

“He’s asleep… completely drained… don’t worry, love.”

Mira let out a small breath, smiled softly and whispered to herself,

“Sleep well, my star… I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

And that night, the moon shone gently through the window into both their rooms.

One, lost in deep sleep from exhaustion…

The other, staring at the sky in silence, smiling through the ache. 🌙

Let me know if you want to continue with Soren waking up and messaging her the next day 🤍

Soren woke up with heavy eyes and a pounding heart still exhausted from the night before, but the moment he saw all the missed messages and calls from Mira, he shot up like lightning.

His phone was flooded with messages from her:

"Are you awake?"

"Guess you're still sleeping… I just wanted to say I miss you."

"Text me back so I know you're okay…"

Panic settled deep in his chest. He immediately started calling her.

Once… twice… five times…

No answer.

His breath quickened, and worry began to gnaw at him like a storm inside.

Without even washing up or grabbing breakfast, he threw on a hoodie and bolted out the door.

He rushed through the streets, every step toward Mira’s place pounding in sync with his heartbeat.

Worst-case scenarios raced through his mind—each more terrifying than the last.

When he got to her building, he knocked hard on the door.

"Mira! My moon! Open the door!"

Silence.

The apartment was still.

Too still.

He pressed his hand gently against the door, his forehead furrowed, breath short.

Then… he heard something.

A soft laugh.

Faint, but unmistakable.

Mira’s laugh.

He turned, heart thudding.

It was coming from the neighbor’s apartment.

He took a few cautious steps closer…

And there it was again.

Her laughter, mixed with an older woman’s voice—familiar, warm.

“Mira?”

Relief began to creep in, but confusion lingered.

Why was she there?

Was everything okay?

He took a deep breath and waited, his heart still tangled in worry and longing, just wanting to see her face and know she was alright.

Want me to continue with what happens when someone finally opens the door ?

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Soren stood at the neighbor’s door, heart pounding in his chest. His hand was still raised to knock again when the door opened.

An elderly woman with soft silver hair gave him a warm smile.

— “Ah, you must be Soren. Mira’s here with me. Come in, dear.”

Soren hesitated only for a moment before stepping inside quickly. As soon as his eyes landed on Mira, it felt like he could breathe again.

She was sitting on the couch beside the woman, a cup of tea in her hand, her eyes a little red.

Soren rushed over to her.

— “My moon… are you okay? Why didn’t you answer? I was going out of my mind…”

Mira gave a small, apologetic smile, her eyes soft.

— “I’m sorry I scared you. I wasn’t feeling too well this morning. This sweet neighbor invited me in to rest. My phone was on silent…”

Soren sat down beside her and took her hand.

— “Just that? Are you feeling better now?”

She nodded gently.

— “Yeah. I had a bit of dizziness, but I’m fine now.”

The elderly woman smiled kindly.

— “I always keep an eye on her. But now that you’re here, I feel even better.”

Then she quietly stepped out to give them some space.

Soren kissed Mira’s forehead.

— “Promise me, if anything like this ever happens again, you’ll call me first. I can’t even bear the thought of something happening to you…”

Mira rested her head on his shoulder.

— “I promise.”

And in that quiet moment, something passed between them—deeper than any ‘I love you.’

Soren glanced up at the sky through the window.

The moon hadn’t risen yet…

But somehow, the brightest light of the night was Mira’s smile.

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Soren kept his voice low and filled with regret as he looked at Mira and said:

— "My moon... I’m sorry. You have no idea how much I’ve been blaming myself since last night. The fact that you weren’t feeling well… and I was asleep. That I wasn’t there for you..."

Mira, now calmer, placed her hand gently on his and replied:

— "Hey... don’t say that. You didn’t do anything wrong. You had a concert last night, you were chasing your dreams, you were exhausted. I’m okay, Soren… It was just a little weakness in my body, that’s all."

But Soren, still holding back a lump in his throat, said:

— "I shouldn’t have fallen asleep. Even if the world was crashing down on me, I should’ve checked on you first. I can’t bear the thought of you feeling unwell and me not knowing… my moon."

Mira smiled softly, comforted by his words and the depth of his love.

Soren looked at her with a mixture of seriousness and tenderness:

— "Nothing is more important than you. You are my heartbeat, the reason I smile… you are my moon."

And both of them smiled…

One with a calm heart,

The other with a heart full of resolve to protect the love they’d found. 💫🌙

Soren gently thanked Mrs. Aris, the kind elderly neighbor, and turned his full attention to Mira. She still looked pale and unsteady, and as she tried to take a step, her knees buckled slightly from dizziness.

Before she could fall, Soren swiftly caught her in his arms.

“Easy now, my moon… I’m here. I won’t let you be alone, not even for a second,” he whispered, his voice full of concern.

Mira leaned into his chest, closing her eyes with a soft breath. Soren didn’t hesitate—he carried her up the stairs to her apartment, holding her tightly all the way to her bedroom.

Once there, he gently laid her down on the bed, brushing a few strands of hair from her face.

He kissed her cheek softly and whispered,

“You’re safe now… My moon is home, and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here, always.”

Soren gently laid Mira down on the bed, making sure she was comfortable. He sat beside her for a moment, just watching—her pale cheeks, softly closed eyes, and lips that whispered peace even in sleep. Her breathing was calm and steady, but worry pulsed in every corner of his heart.

He pulled the blanket up over her shoulders carefully, then quietly moved to the kitchen. Trying not to make any noise, he started making a light vegetable soup—something he knew she liked, and something that would be gentle on her if she woke up hungry.

While the soup simmered, he prepared a few cool towels and gently placed one on her forehead. He held her hands in his and lightly massaged them, glancing at her every few minutes, whispering under his breath,

“If I had known… I wouldn’t have left you alone for even a second. My moon shouldn’t have to suffer...”

As the sun began to set, the room glowed with soft orange light. Soren sat quietly at her side, his phone in silent mode beside him, the chat with Mira still open. He didn’t want to miss a single word from her—even while she slept.

Mira was still sleeping. Soren looked at her peaceful face and whispered,

“If you want, I’ll stay right here forever. I’ll be your guardian star… even when you're asleep.”

That night, Soren didn’t leave the room. When it got dark, he turned on a small bedside lamp, curled up on a chair nearby with a blanket, and checked on her every few minutes.

That night, the star watched over the moon as she slept... 💫

Morning had arrived, and the soft sunlight filtered gently through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. The faint chirping of birds drifted in through the window, blending with the lingering scent of the soup from the night before.

Mira slowly opened her eyes. She still felt a bit dizzy and weak, but something warm was resting in her heart. As she turned her head, her gaze landed on Sooren—fast asleep on the couch beside her bed. The blanket was pulled up to his shoulders, his face calm and peaceful, one hand peeking out as if always ready to hold onto something.

Mira smiled. She slipped quietly out of bed, padded over barefoot, and sat on the floor right in front of him. For a moment, she just watched him, her heart full. Then, in a soft whisper, thinking he wouldn’t hear, she began to speak:

"Are you always this beautiful when you’re sleeping?

You have no idea how it felt last night, waking up and seeing you here beside me…

You’re not just my star, Sooren. You’re peace itself.

I’m scared sometimes—scared of losing this, of losing you.

But as long as you’re here… it’s easy to be the moon.

Thank you for staying by my side…

Even when I’m not awake, you’re still watching over me."

But what Mira didn’t know was… Sooren had woken up.

His eyes remained closed, his breathing even—but he heard every word.

His heart was thudding with every sentence, every whisper from her lips.

He didn’t move. He didn’t want to break the magic of the moment.

All he could think was:

"How is it even possible… for someone to be this perfect?"

Mira sat quietly across from the couch, watching Soren sleep so peacefully. Her voice was soft, almost trembling, as if something deep in her chest was aching.

“Sometimes I’m scared… really scared.

Of waking up one day and not seeing that spark in your eyes anymore.

That when you look at me, your heart won’t skip a beat.

I’m afraid that one day you’ll get tired of me… of us.

I know your heart is full of dreams—of lights, of sound, of all the magic on stage.

And maybe someday, you'll drift so far that my voice gets lost in all that noise.”

She paused, taking a shaky breath, then continued in a quiet whisper:

“I pray every night that you’ll stay my star…

That being my moon doesn’t become exhausting for you.

But if a day ever comes when you don’t want to be by my side anymore…

Just tell me one thing—

Tell me it was real… even if it’s no longer.”

And at that moment, Soren, who had kept his eyes closed the whole time, couldn’t stay silent anymore.

His heart ached hearing her fears—those thoughts she had never said out loud.

Still with his eyes closed, his voice calm but full of emotion, he whispered:

“That day will never come, my moon…” 🌙

Mira's voice broke mid-sentence as tears finally overpowered her. She tried to stay quiet, wiping them away quickly—but her trembling shoulders gave her away.

Soren couldn’t take it anymore.

He opened his eyes, sat up slowly, and without saying a word at first, reached out and pulled her into his arms.

“Hey… shh… I'm here,” he whispered against her hair, gently stroking her back. “Please don’t cry, my moon. Your tears tear me apart.”

Mira clung to him, still shaking.

“You don’t ever have to doubt my love for you,” he said softly, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “I love you more than anything—more than the stage, the lights, the music. You are my constant.”

He pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re not just someone I care about—you’re my home, Mira.”

The next morning, soft sunlight streamed through the curtains, gently lighting up the room. Birds chirped softly outside the window, adding to the peaceful silence.

Soren was the first to wake. As he slowly opened his eyes, a quiet smile spread across his lips—Mira was still asleep, wrapped in his arms. The pillow barrier they had set up the night before had long been forgotten, replaced by the warmth of their closeness.

He gently ran his fingers through her hair and whispered softly, not wanting to wake her:

— "Good morning... my moon. There's no place safer than right here... next to you."

In that moment, all the stress and exhaustion of the past days melted away. All that remained was the quiet, Mira’s steady breathing, and a heart full of love.

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The soft morning light streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow across the room. The air was filled with the comforting aroma of warm pancakes, buttered toast, and rich hot chocolate. Soren had carefully prepared breakfast just the way Mira liked it—no coffee, just a steaming mug of sweet hot cocoa, fluffy pancakes drizzled with honey, fresh strawberries, and crispy toast.

Mira walked into the kitchen with messy hair and a sleepy smile. Soren beamed at her and said:

— "My moon is finally awake."

Mira giggled and sat down slowly, still a little drowsy. But the warmth in Soren’s eyes made her feel instantly at peace.

He sat beside her, pausing for a moment before speaking.

— "You know… the guys at the company asked me who’s been making me smile so much lately. And I thought... maybe, if you're okay with it, you could come with me today. I want to introduce you to them. Because... you're my whole world."

Mira didn’t reply right away. She just looked into his eyes with a soft smile, and in that moment, no words were needed.

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After a moment of silence, Mira smiled softly and said:

— "Okay... but only because you said I'm your whole world."

Soren lit up like a child, clapping his hands with joy.

— "Really? That means I finally get to show my moon to my friends?"

Mira chuckled, "Yes, but promise me you won't make it awkward."

Soren stepped closer, kissed her forehead gently, and whispered:

— "I promise. Just be yourself. That’s more than enough for me."

A few hours later, the two of them stood in front of the company building. Soren, as always, wore a cap and mask for discretion, and they slipped inside quietly. When they arrived at the practice room, the group members—Jack, Liv, and Han—were warming up.

Jack looked over and, seeing Soren with a girl beside him, raised an eyebrow before smiling.

— "Wait a second... is this the moon you’re always talking about?"

Soren nodded proudly.

— "Yep. Guys, this is Mira."

Mira smiled shyly, "Hi, nice to meet you."

Han teased, "So you’re the reason Soren’s been smiling through practice lately!"

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere turned warm and welcoming. Liv added with a grin:

— "Just so you know... ever since he met you, he’s been more in love than ever. Take care of his heart."

Mira glanced at Soren lovingly and whispered,

— "I always will... because he always takes care of mine."

And Soren, with a soft smile, murmured:

— "And I always will, my moon."

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After the warm and heartfelt introductions with the members, Soren smiled and turned to Mira.

— “Well, my moon… it’s not over yet.”

Mira looked at him curiously. “What’s not over?”

Soren gave Jack a wink. Suddenly, the lights in the practice room dimmed, and soft music began playing. A projector lit up, showing clips of behind-the-scenes moments: rehearsals, laughter, candid smiles of the group. Jack said,

— “This is a small glimpse into Soren’s world. He wanted you to be part of it.”

Mira smiled, eyes misty. Soren gently took her hand.

— “I want to show you every corner of this place. Where I laughed, struggled, cried, trained… it all means more now—with you.”

They walked through the company building. First, the recording studio, where Soren had written his first love song—about her. Then the styling room, with sketches and pictures of stage outfits pinned on the wall.

Leo chuckled and said,

— “By the way, Soren used to talk to your photo on his phone before every performance. Now that you’re here, we hope he’ll finally stop doing that.”

Everyone laughed, and Soren’s cheeks turned red. Mira softly whispered,

— “You really brought me into your world…”

Soren lowered his head a little. “I didn’t just bring you in… I made it your home.”

They headed up to the rooftop of the company building. A cool breeze blew past, and the city stretched out beautifully below them. Soren said quietly,

— “Every time I came up here, I wished you were beside me. And now you finally are.”

Mira held his hand and said with a smile,

— “And there’s no place I’d rather be.”

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Just as laughter filled the practice room and Mira stood surrounded by Soren and the members, the heavy glass doors suddenly burst open.

Everyone turned toward the entrance. A tall, elegant girl in designer heels and a sharp expression stood there. It was Jia — the daughter of CEO Bang. Known for her influence, pride, and... her deep, possessive feelings toward Soren.

Her eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on Mira, her expression changed—cold and threatening.

Without saying a word, she stormed toward Mira, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. Before anyone could react, she grabbed Mira’s wrist harshly.

— “Who are you to walk in here like you belong?”

Mira, startled, stumbled a step back, but Jia yanked her forward with force. The members froze. Soren immediately moved, but it was too late—Jia shoved Mira hard, and she fell to the ground with a gasp.

— “You don’t belong here!” Jia shouted, her voice echoing off the walls.

Soren’s face went pale with rage. He rushed to Mira’s side and helped her up gently, holding her protectively in his arms.

— “Are you out of your mind, Jia?! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Jia's eyes filled with tears — not of guilt, but fury.

— “You said this place meant something to you… and you bring her here? In front of everyone?!”

The room was silent. The other members stood frozen, unsure of what to do.

But Soren stood tall, keeping Mira close to him.

— “Yes. I brought her here because she matters to me. Because she’s someone I love.”

Jia's lips trembled. “You’re choosing her… over me?”

Soren’s voice was firm. Calm, but unshakable.

— “I never chose you. And you know that.”

Jia, crushed and humiliated, turned without another word and stormed out of the room.

Silence lingered.

Soren looked down at Mira, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

— “I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that. Are you okay?”

Mira nodded faintly, though her heart was pounding.

Jack stepped forward and broke the silence with a small smile.

— “Well… guess that’s a day to remember.”

Everyone chuckled nervously, the tension slowly fading.

But Soren… he couldn’t stop holding Mira just a little tighter than before.

---

Soren gasped as he noticed the blood dripping from Mira’s clenched fist. His voice shook with fear and concern.

“Mira! Your hand… why didn’t you say anything?!”

She looked down, trying to hide it even more, but he gently reached out and opened her fist. A deep gash marked her palm, blood still slowly seeping from it.

He stared at her in disbelief. “Why did you hide this? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Mira gave him a faint smile and whispered, “I didn’t want to worry you… it’s not that bad.”

Soren didn’t say anything for a moment. Instead, he stood up, went to a small cabinet in the corner of the room, and grabbed a first aid kit. Sitting down beside her again, he began to clean the wound with the utmost care.

“You should never hide your pain from me, Mira,” he said softly. “Especially not something like this. I… I can’t stand seeing you hurt and not knowing.”

She just watched him in silence. His eyes were filled with love and concern. His hands were warm and steady, comforting in a way that words couldn’t match.

After wrapping her hand in a clean bandage, he looked at her again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re the most important person in my life. Please… never hide any kind of pain from me. Not the ones on your skin, and not the ones in your heart.”

Mira gave a small smile and nodded. “I promise… But you have to promise too.”

Soren tilted his head slightly. “Promise what?”

“That you’ll always be by my side.”

He leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against hers and whispered, “Until my last breath, my moon.” 🌙

---

All the group members gathered around Mira the moment they saw her pale face and injured hands and knees. Jack stepped forward with concern in his voice and said,

“Mira… are you okay? What happened? We were only away for a second!”

Danny stood beside Soren and looked at Mira gently, saying,

“You're here with us now. No one has the right to hurt you.”

Mira tried to smile, but it was full of pain. Her eyes sparkled, not from joy, but from the tears she was desperately holding back. She wanted to cry right there — from the pain in her wounds, from the humiliation, from the heartbreak of being treated that way the first time she stepped into Soren’s world.

But then her eyes met Soren’s. His face was filled with worry and love. Just like she was trying to hide her tears, he looked like he was holding his breath.

Mira thought to herself:

“No… not now. If I cry, he’ll be even more upset. I don’t want to see his eyes full of tears.”

She pressed her lips together, and with a shaky but determined voice said,

“I’m okay. Just a little shaken up. Thank you all for worrying about me.”

One by one, the members sat near her, offering small jokes and gentle comfort, doing their best to lift the tension and make her feel safe again.

And through it all, Soren never left her side — not even for a second.

---

The atmosphere at the company had finally calmed down a bit. Mira stood beside the members, trying to act normal, her gentle smile hiding the pain from earlier. Soren stayed close to her, offering silent support. They were about to leave the company and go out for lunch, hoping it would take Mira's mind off what had happened.

But as they reached the main exit, Soren suddenly froze.

A swarm of reporters had gathered outside the building. Cameras were flashing, voices shouting over one another.

“Soren! Who’s the girl?”

“Are you in a relationship?”

“Can you confirm it?”

Soren reacted instantly. His hand found Mira’s, and he pulled her close.

“Keep your head down… You need to get in the car. Now.”

He rushed her toward the underground parking garage and helped her into the back seat of his car. Mira’s eyes were full of fear, but Soren gave her a reassuring smile and said,

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you. I’ll be right there.”

Just as he turned around to shut the door and go around to the driver’s side—

A sudden roar of an engine cut through the garage.

A black car sped in, screeched to a stop, and before Soren could react, the door to his own car was flung open. Someone jumped in, slammed the door, and in seconds, drove off—with Mira still inside.

Soren stood frozen in place.

“Mira?!” His voice cracked. His knees buckled under the weight of shock and fear. His heart pounded wildly in his chest. For a second, it felt like the world had stopped.

Reporters were yelling. Cameras still flashed. But Soren could only stare at the now-empty parking spot.

Then, cutting through the chaos, a familiar voice shouted:

“Soren! Get back—lock down the exits! NOW!”

It was Mr. Bang, the head of the company, pushing through the crowd with urgency and fury written all over his face. He barked orders to staff, pulled out his phone, and began calling emergency contacts.

But Soren just stood there, whispering to himself, over and over again:

“Mira…”

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Soren's heart was pounding with fear. He had no idea where Mira was, what condition she was in, or even if she was safe. A storm of panic swirled inside his mind. His face was pale, his hands trembled, and it all felt like a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.

Just then, the company president, Mr. Bang, stepped forward through the crowd of reporters. His voice rang out, calm but authoritative.

"Hello everyone. I am Mr. Bang, the CEO of this company. The girl you saw today—Mira—is a new addition to one of our artistic projects. We have big plans for her, and soon you’ll be hearing amazing work from her."

He paused, scanning the press with sharp eyes.

"As for the group members, including Soren, they are just professionally involved with her. There is no personal or romantic relationship between them. Please respect the privacy of our artists."

Without waiting for questions, Mr. Bang firmly grabbed Soren by the arm and pulled him back into the building. The hallway was filled with heavy silence, and when they reached his office, Mr. Bang slammed the door shut behind them.

Then—

A loud slap cracked through the room.

Soren stared in shock as Mr. Bang’s hand dropped back to his side.

"You really thought you could play around with the daughter of someone like me?!" Mr. Bang shouted. "Jia loves you—and now she saw everything! And that girl... Mira... she’s gone! Taken! And you couldn’t even protect her!"

Soren said nothing. He just stood there, breathing hard, crushed under guilt and panic.

But in his heart, one thought repeated like a prayer:

"Mira… where are you? Please, be safe..."

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Everything felt like a nightmare. Mira still couldn’t comprehend what had happened. The sound of camera flashes, the judgmental stares—and then... darkness inside the car, locked doors. The only sound she could hear was her heartbeat—fast, frantic, and full of fear.

She sat curled up in the backseat, trembling. Her eyes were filled with tears, silently rolling down her cheeks. Her throat was tight. No matter how deeply she tried to breathe, the panic wouldn’t go away.

With a shaky voice, she whispered:

“Who are you? Why did you bring me here? Please… I didn’t do anything... I just…”

The driver said nothing. He simply glanced at her through the rearview mirror with a cold, unreadable expression and kept driving in silence.

Mira, her voice breaking with fear, pleaded:

“You don’t understand… There’s someone out there who’s probably going crazy worrying about me... Please let me go… If you want something, just tell me… Just don’t hurt me…”

She shut her eyes tight and covered her ears, as if trying to block out reality. She felt helpless.

In her heart, she kept calling just one name:

“Soren… please help me… please find me…”

---

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The driver, clearly sent for a specific mission, ignored Mira's terrified pleas. His voice was cold and firm as he said,

"Be quiet. You'll find out soon enough why you're here."

Mira's eyes were wide with fear, scanning the surroundings desperately. The more she screamed, the more she was met with silence. Her voice cracked from crying and panic. Suddenly, the car came to a halt. The door flung open, and before Mira could react, something was pressed over her mouth. Darkness quickly swallowed her consciousness.

When Mira finally awoke, everything felt foreign. She was in a cold, damp, abandoned building. Her wrists were tied behind a chair, and the steady dripping of water echoed eerily through the space. Her heart pounded uncontrollably.

Then, a phone rang nearby. The driver picked it up and answered, his tone just as rigid:

"Everything’s going according to plan. She’s here."

A woman's voice responded from the other end of the line—a voice Mira recognized instantly.

It was Jia.

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The atmosphere in Mr. Bang’s office was unbearably heavy. Sooren sat in the corner, his face flushed and his eyes swollen with tears. His heart ached for Mira, and the helplessness of not being able to protect her was burning him from the inside out.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of a message notification. Mr. Bang reached for his phone hesitantly, his eyes quickly scanning the screen.

> "Hello Mr. Bang. As per your daughter’s instructions, I’ve taken Mira to the factory. She’s currently unconscious."

His hands trembled. He couldn’t believe his daughter, Jia, had gone this far. He glanced over at Sooren, who looked like he was about to collapse from crying.

With a calm but firm voice, he said:

“Hey… you’re like a son to me. Don’t cry like this. If you fall apart now, how will you protect the one you love?”

Sooren took a shaky breath and nodded, wiping his face with his sleeve. Mr. Bang pulled out a piece of paper, scribbled an address on it, and handed it over.

“Go. But go smart. Mira needs you right now.”

Without wasting another second, Sooren dashed out of the office, jumped into his car, and sped off. The night had fallen. Streetlights cast fleeting shadows across his tense face as he raced through the city. Nothing filled his mind except the echo of Mira’s name and the pounding of his heart.

He had to get there—before it was too late.

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Sooren jumped out of the car the second it stopped and ran toward the entrance of the abandoned factory. The rusty gates creaked as he pushed them open, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.

"Mira!" he shouted into the darkness. His voice echoed through the empty halls, but no answer came.

He kept searching, running past old machinery and broken crates, his eyes scanning every corner.

"Mira! Where are you?!"

Nothing. Just silence.

Then—he saw her.

There she was, slumped over and tied to a chair, unconscious. Her face was bruised, her lower lip split, blood still fresh. The sight of her like that made his knees go weak.

“Mira... oh god, Mira!” he rushed to her, quickly untying the ropes, his hands shaking.

“Mira, wake up. Please, baby, wake up... it’s me. It’s Sooren...”

But she didn’t respond.

He gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her tightly against his chest. His eyes welled with tears as he whispered her name again and again.

“Mira... Mira, please... stay with me...”

His voice broke as he stood in the middle of the factory, holding her fragile body.

He screamed her name into the cold night:

“MIRAAAA!”

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Finally, Mira stirred in Sooren’s arms, her lashes fluttering as she slowly regained consciousness. She groaned softly and blinked up at him.

“Hey… Mr. Sooren Rohaal…” she whispered hoarsely, a teasing glint in her tired eyes. “Stop shouting my name like that… you gave me a headache.”

Despite her bruises and how weak she looked, her playful tone made Sooren laugh through his tears — the kind of laugh that comes after hours of fear.

“Are you seriously making jokes right now?” he said, voice thick with emotion. “You scared the hell out of me, Mira…”

She gave him a tiny smile and leaned her head against his chest again. “Well, I guess I like dramatic entrances and exits…”

Sooren gently brushed a bloodstained strand of hair from her face and whispered,

“You have no idea… how close I was to losing my mind. You’re not allowed to disappear like that ever again. You hear me?”

Mira closed her eyes with a soft sigh, still nestled in his arms.

“Noted, Captain Drama,” she murmured, barely awake.

He held her tighter, his heart finally calming as he felt her warmth again.

“You’re safe now. I got you.”

---

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Soren rushed Mira to the hospital. The doctors immediately surrounded her and moved her into a private room. Her wounds were mostly surface-level, but the exhaustion, fear, and long period of unconsciousness kept her from waking up.

Hours passed. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by Soren’s quiet sighs. He sat beside her bed, gently holding her hand, his thumb softly tracing over her bruised skin. His breath was shaky, but finally, he spoke—his voice low and cracked.

“You know, Mira… when you were by my side, I always thought we had time. I thought I could always protect you. But when you disappeared... when I couldn't hear your voice... it felt like a part of me was ripped away.”

Tears welled up in his eyes, but a faint, bittersweet smile touched his lips.

“You were always the strong one. Even now, lying here, you calmed me with your little jokes… But me? I did nothing. The moment I saw you like that, hurt and bleeding… I froze. I was scared. Broken.”

He held her hand tighter, resting his forehead gently against it.

“I promise you, Mira… no one will ever hurt you again. Even if I have to tear the world apart, I won’t let your eyes stay closed like this ever again.”

Silence returned to the room. The only sounds left were Soren’s quiet breaths, filled with pain… and Mira’s steady breathing as she rested.

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The soft morning light filtered through the white hospital curtains. The quiet beeping of machines and the faint scent of disinfectant filled the room. Soren, exhausted but alert, sat beside Mira’s bed, gently holding her hand. Suddenly, he felt her fingers twitch slightly.

His heart jumped as he quickly looked at her face. Mira's eyelids fluttered, then slowly opened.

“Mira! Hey, Mira! You’re waking up! I’m right here,” Soren said, his voice filled with relief and excitement.

Mira gave a faint smile and said weakly,

“Yeah… you were yelling my name so loud, I think I heard you even while unconscious. My head’s still pounding.”

Soren chuckled and teased,

“Sorry, Miss Sensitive. Next time, I’ll wake you up with a musical note.”

Mira glanced at him and smirked,

“With that worried face and teary eyes, you actually looked kind of cute. I wish I took a picture.”

Soren put on a fake frown and replied,

“Ugh, you’re clearly not fully recovered if you’re still making fun of me.”

Mira smiled sweetly and said,

“What if I say I don’t want to get better… just so you’ll stay by my side forever?”

Soren leaned in closer, joking,

“You know, I thought about tying you to a chair so you wouldn’t run off again—but we’ve already tried that scene and it didn’t go well.”

Mira laughed. Even with the small cuts on her lips, her smile was warm and full of life.

“Will you always stay by my side?” she asked quietly. “Even when things get scary and messy?”

Soren looked into her eyes and said softly,

“Until the end of the world, my moon.”

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Inside the large, quiet house, the sound of a violently slammed door shattered the silence. Jia stormed in, her footsteps heavy and quick as she made her way straight to her father’s office.

Mrs. Bang, who had been sitting on the couch, stood up with concern.

"Jia… what happened? Why are you so angry?"

But Jia ignored her mother and burst into her father's office.

"Dad! We need to talk. Now!"

Mr. Bang, still shaken by everything that had happened at the warehouse and the updates from the hospital, looked up at her with tired eyes.

"Jia, what’s going on? Calm down."

"Calm down?!" Jia shouted, her eyes burning with rage and jealousy. "That girl is still alive, Sooren still thinks about her, and you... you did nothing! Did you stand in Sooren’s way? No! You gave him the address!"

Her mother entered the room, worried.

"Jia, honey, don’t speak to your father like that—"

"Mom, please!" Jia snapped. "You don’t get it! You never did! I’ve loved Sooren since I was a kid. And now that worthless girl is taking everything from me!"

She turned back to her father, breathing heavily.

"Dad, I want one thing to be crystal clear. Either you choose me… or you choose her. If you allow Sooren to stay with that girl... I swear I’ll leave this house, this company, everything. I won’t be your daughter anymore. I’ll be gone—for good."

The room went completely silent. Only Jia’s shaky, angry breathing could be heard.

Mr. Bang, a man always known for his firm and confident decisions, lowered his gaze for a moment. He took a deep breath. The choice he had to make now wouldn’t just affect his daughter—it would shape the fate of Sooren, Mira, and his entire family.

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Early in the morning, soft sunlight filtered through the hospital room window, casting a gentle glow over Mira’s face. She slowly opened her eyes to the quiet beeping of machines and the clean, calm scent of the hospital room.

Soren was sitting on the chair next to her bed, scrolling through his phone. When he noticed she was awake, he smiled brightly and said,

"Good morning, Miss Hero. How are you feeling?"

Mira stretched a little and replied,

"I’m okay... I just want to get out of here already. I’ve had enough of the hospital smell."

Soren chuckled,

"So you’re finally tired of all the VIP attention?"

With a tired but warm voice, Mira said,

"Yeah, but... I have one small problem."

Soren tilted his head,

"What is it?"

Mira sighed,

"I don’t have any clothes to wear. I really don’t want to walk out of here in hospital pajamas."

Soren stood up and said,

"That’s not a problem at all. I’ll head to your place and bring you some clothes."

Mira smiled with full trust in her eyes and said,

"Okay, but... can you bring my green t-shirt? The one I always wear when I’m feeling low."

Soren nodded and joked,

"Of course, ma'am. The anti-sadness green shirt is on its way. Just promise me when I get back, you’ll still be smiling like this."

Mira looked at him and said softly,

"As long as you’re here... I always will."

Soren stood still for a moment, eyes locked with hers, before smiling warmly and walking out the door, ready to bring back Mira’s favorite shirt and maybe a little more comfort too.

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About an hour after Soren had left the hospital, the door to Mira’s room creaked open again. She turned her head, expecting to see a nurse or perhaps Soren back sooner than expected — but instead, it was Mr. Bang, the head of the company, stepping inside with a cold and serious expression.

Mira’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Mr. Bang...?"

He didn’t waste time with greetings. He walked closer to her bed, his hands behind his back, and said in a firm, quiet voice,

"I’ll get straight to the point. I need you to leave Soren's life."

Mira’s heart skipped a beat.

"...What?"

"You heard me," he continued, his tone sharper now. "If you care about Soren even the slightest bit, you’ll walk away. Your presence will only bring him trouble. I’m giving you this chance to end things quietly — before things get out of hand."

Mira sat frozen, trying to make sense of the sudden coldness in his words.

"You’re an ordinary girl with no place in his world," he added. "You think love is enough? It’s not. Not in our industry. His future, his job, his reputation — all of it could collapse because of this relationship. I won't let that happen."

Tears welled in Mira’s eyes as she clenched the blanket over her lap.

"You’re threatening me..." she whispered.

"I’m warning you," he corrected calmly. "Stay away from him, or I will ensure that both your lives turn into a nightmare. For his sake, end it. Because I won’t let my daughter lose everything just because of someone like you."

And with that, Mr. Bang turned and walked out of the room, leaving Mira in stunned silence, her heart heavy with pain and fear.

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Suddenly, Jia broke her long silence. Her voice was cold, yet shaky — like someone barely holding back a flood of emotion.

"Father… let’s go," she said, just one sentence.

Everyone turned toward her. Her eyes were glossy, but not a single tear fell. She didn’t look at Mira, nor at Soren. She simply turned around, her jaw clenched, and started walking toward the door.

Mr. Bang hesitated for a moment, looking between Mira, Soren, and his daughter. Then, with a quiet nod, he followed after her — the heavy sound of the closing door leaving a strange hush in the room.

Mira leaned into Soren’s shoulder and whispered,

“Do you think she’ll ever forgive me?”

Soren held her tighter and replied softly,

“She’ll have to learn to forgive herself first.”

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