The silence in your apartment was deafening as you stood in front of the closet, folding laundry and trying to ignore the searing pain in your chest. Mydei frowned behind you, clutching his duffel bag. He wasn't used to being ignored; you usually greeted him with kisses and hugs.

He knew what was behind it.

The cover of a recently released rock star magazine. It featured pages about their captivating music, the kind you'd want to listen to over and over again. About their stunning outfits, which always captivated fans.

And one headline completely captured your attention.

Are the "Scarlet Moon" member in a secret relationship?

There was an entire article about the attention they had on each other. How their glances would lock during concerts. How they were always there for each other at important events. The fans who brought them together would definitely go crazy.

But one photo was enough to break your heart.

Your beloved is standing on a busy Tokyo street, holding his band's vocalist in his arms. The saddest part was that he didn't even deny it during the interview he was called to give to the magazine.

The media literally went crazy. you turning on the TV to watch the news, who wer practically seething with questions.

What's going on between the famous Mydei and Aglaea?

Is there something more than friendship going on between the comrades?

Did Mydei lie to his fans about being single?

It was supposed to be a harmless tour he went on, but it cost you the trust your heart had in him. You didn't give him a concert or drama. But you stopped sending him photos of your day's activities. Your daily calls were an hour shorter than they were the first day he left.

You missed him, really missed him. But as the day of his return approached, all your thoughts were fixated on one thing: the thought of him coming to your apartment, holding the woman he betrayed you for, the cold, "We need to break up" that would fall from his lips.

You'd been with Mydei since the beginning of his journey. You met at a sleazy bar, where your roommate dragged you, justifying it by saying she wanted to show you how handsome the performers were. She even joked about maybe you hooking up with one of them.

And she was right.

You were immediately drawn to the man's appearance: the way his piercing eyes scanned the room, as if he owned it. The way his fingers moved across the electric guitar, as if he were born to play. You tossed them a coin, admiring their performance, and he took your number in return.

You quickly connected, and soon you were the first to recognize the lyrics to their new songs. He told you about his ambitions, how he wanted to fill stadiums with listeners. You listened attentively, occasionally chuckling when he became too pushy.

Finally, under the lime-green lights of the bar where you first met, he confessed to you. You were dead drunk, even ended up in bed together, but you didn't really care once you realized you were the only ones for each other.

Then fame came.

Mydei and his band's faces began appearing on magazine covers. People were scrambling to get tickets to their concerts. In interviews, he said he wasn't dating anyone, but after a long day, he'd come to your shared apartment, looking for a hug.

It was unpleasant when he was set up with various models and other important people, saying they were perfect for each other. But he always assured you that you were the only one for him, that this would never change.

He proposed to you so that you wouldn't doubt him, but you've long noticed how Aglaea looks at him. with a clear attraction, as if he belonged to her.

And when you let him go on this journey, you still believed it.

Noticing your trembling shoulders, Mydei finally snapped. The bag fell to the ground with a clatter as he pressed his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You didn't try to pull away, just froze, staring at one spot.

"Talk to me, baby, damn it!" the man whispered, burying his face in the back of your head. "I don't have anything with her, okay? i'm yours!"