The loud city, the flashing cameras, the constant stares—that was their world. YN and Drew knew this rhythm by heart. Interviews, premieres, awards—it was all exciting, but sometimes overwhelming. That’s why, whenever they found a break, they escaped to where no one would look for them.

This time, it was a small beach in Malibu. It was late, the sun was sinking into the ocean, and they lay on the sand, watching the waves.

"Sometimes it feels like all of this is just a movie," Drew murmured, staring at the sky.

"Because it is," YN laughed, turning her head toward him. "And we’re the leads."

Drew raised an eyebrow.

"Don’t you think there should be a plot twist?"

"Like what?"

Instead of answering, he jumped to his feet and reached for her hand.

"Come on."

"Drew, no—" she started, but he had already grabbed her and pulled her along.

She didn’t even have time to protest. In an instant, the cold water engulfed her, making her gasp before bursting into laughter.

"I hate you!" she managed to say as she surfaced.

Drew pushed his wet hair back and grinned.

"You say that every time we do something crazy."

"Because you always drag me into it!"

"And you always love it."

She rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. Because he was right. She did love it. She loved their friendship, the spontaneity, the world they had built just for themselves—where there were no paparazzi, no awards, no scripts. Just them and the ocean.

And even though they were stars, that night, they shone in a completely different way.