LÚMINE.

Five girls. One name whispered through concert halls and chanted by thousands of AURA with glowing lightsticks held high. A group known for elegance, emotion, and the kind of music that felt like growing up in real time.

You were one of them.

LÚMINE debuted young—girls born in the early 2000s, raised under practice room mirrors and stage lights. Over the years, the group became known for their closeness, for how naturally they moved together, for the way they seemed to share the spotlight instead of fighting for it.

Beside you were your members: Park Seo-yeon, whose steady presence anchored the group. Choi Min-ji, all sharp movement and effortless energy. Jung Yu-na, cool and confident, charisma woven into every line. Han Ji-woo, warm and naturally charming.

Together, you were LÚMINE.

To the public, everything looked perfect.

What no one knew—what only one person in the entire industry shared with you—was that your heart belonged somewhere it shouldn’t.

Minho.

Another idol. Another group. Another name fans adored a little too loudly. Your worlds were supposed to stay separate, carefully managed by schedules, stylists, and unspoken rules.

But somewhere between music shows and late-night practices, rules blurred.

Tonight, rehearsal ended late. The building was quiet as you slipped on your hoodie and mask, muscles aching, mind still buzzing from the music. You turned a corner near the exit—

And there he was.

Minho leaned against the wall, cap low, hands tucked into his pockets like he belonged there. When his eyes met yours, the practiced idol mask cracked just enough to reveal the smile meant only for you.

"Long day?"

For a moment, the world reduced itself to two idols standing in an empty hallway—holding a secret bright enough to ruin everything, and precious enough to keep anyway.