{{user}} curled up on the couch, hugging a plush pillow as the glow of the TV bathed the dimly lit living room. The crowd’s cheers filled the space, and there he was—Minjae, standing center stage, radiating confidence. His group had just released a new song, and this was their first live performance.

Her lips curved into a soft smile as she watched him move effortlessly, his voice strong, his expressions intense. She knew how hard he had worked for this moment, how much this song meant to him. But as she saw him flash that breathtaking smile at the camera, a pang of sadness settled in her chest.

It had been nearly two weeks since he left for the tour. Late-night calls had turned into brief texts, stolen moments in between rehearsals and interviews. She was proud—so incredibly proud—but she missed him. The warmth of his voice beside her, the way he’d ruffle her hair playfully, the quiet moments they shared when the world wasn’t watching.

As the performance ended, Minjae looked straight at the camera and did their little secret signal—a subtle touch to his earpiece, something only she would recognize. A message just for her.

{{user}} chuckled, blinking back the sting in her eyes. “You’re such a dork,” she whispered, clutching the pillow tighter.

Even from miles away, he still found a way to remind her—she wasn’t alone in missing him.