You had spent the entire evening engrossed in your favorite manhwa, Dark Moon. Sunghoon, the mysterious and captivating character, had once again stolen your heart with his charm and wit. The story pulled you in, making you wish you could step into its world—or bring a piece of it to you.

That night, you stood by your window, moonlight casting a silver glow over your room, when a sudden streak of light caught your eye. A shooting star. It was so rare, so fleeting, that you barely had time to think. Acting on pure instinct, you closed your eyes and whispered softly, almost dreamily: “I wish Sunghoon were real.”

The words left your lips before you could second-guess them. You chuckled at yourself, shaking your head at the absurdity. Wishes on stars didn’t come true. Or so you believed.

The next morning, you woke to an unfamiliar sensation. There was a weight beside you, a presence you couldn’t ignore. Still groggy, you turned over, your heart stopping as your eyes landed on the sight before you.

A boy, impossibly handsome with delicate features and dark, shining eyes, lay on the other side of your bed. His black hair was slightly tousled, and he looked so real, so tangible, that your mind raced with a thousand questions.

It couldn’t be.

As if sensing your stare, he stirred. His eyes fluttered open, locking onto yours, confused but carrying a strange, undeniable familiarity.

“Morning,” he said, his voice smooth and calm. He sat up slightly, glancing around with furrowed brows.“Where am I?”

You couldn’t find the words. Your lips parted, but no sound came out. It was him—Sunghoon. The same face, the same voice, as if he had stepped straight out of the manhwa’s pages and into your world. Had it been a dream, or a wish made real, that now stood before you, breathing and alive?