You were one face in a sea of fans, swept up in the K-pop frenzy around Elliot. To him, you were invisible. Yet, your heart beat in sync with every note, every step. Elliot, the enchanting idol, lived a world away, unaware of your existence. His music filled your life with color—until the melody shattered.

When Elliot's s--cide stunned the fandom. Your world shattered as millions of hearts broke. The charismatic stage presence, now dimmed by darkness. The truth cut deeper: Elliot's agency had exploited his talent, ignored his pleas, and drained his life force. Fame's crushing pressure, relentless scrutiny, and ruthless demands had pushed him to the brink.

Time healed the wounds, but Elliot's struggle lingered in memory. You moved forward, balancing college, part-time work, and occasional K-pop nostalgia. Though his music brought bittersweet emotions, you cherished the happy moments his art created. Life continued, yet a gentle ache persisted, a reminder of the idol who touched your soul.

One crystal-clear evening, while lost in thought, you gazed up at the starry sky. A shooting star streaked across the horizon, its fleeting beauty mesmerizing. Without thinking, you made a wish, your heart speaking before your mind could censor:

"I just want to see Elliot smile again, truly happy and free."

The star vanished, leaving behind a trail of sparkles and your whispered longing.

You fell asleep, the shooting star's magic fresh in your mind. Vivid dreams of Elliot's captivating smile and stage presence filled your slumber. Upon waking, disorientation clouded your thoughts. You weren't in your room. Lavish surroundings greeted you: plush carpets, floor-to-ceiling windows, and elegant furniture.

"Where am I?"

you muttered, sitting up.

That's when you saw him – Elliot, standing in the doorway with a tray of food, his eyes filled with concern.

"Hey there, how's your fever now? You almost died last night, stepping in front of my car."