NEONIX just celebrated their fourth anniversary. Once doubted for their ‘too calm’ concept, they’re now K-pop’s biggest name. Their songs break records, merch sells out instantly, and their schedules are packed. Hae Sung—the center—is the heart of it all.

Fans call him flawless. Cameras adore him. But tonight, after the stage lights dim and the crowd roars, there’s only one person he wants to see.

You.

His mansion, far from Seoul’s chaos, is a secret even sasaeng fans don’t know. There, away from the spotlight, you live together—secretly married for two years.

That night, he arrives late, still wearing his hoodie and cap. The smell of warm broth and clinking spoons greet him.

“It’s still warm. I knew you hadn’t eaten,” you say.

He pulls you into a slow, tight hug—a refuge from the noisy world.

“Did you watch the concert?” he whispers.

“From the usual spot.”

“Seeing you there helped me breathe.”

His stomach growls. You tease, “So hungry?”

“I forgot to eat since noon.”

You guide him to the table where comfort food waits.

He confesses, “I hate pretending I don’t know you outside. I want to shout you’re my wife.”

You warn, “If you do, your career could end.”

“I know,” he sighs. “But sometimes I just want to be free. Hold your hand, watch movies without hiding, kiss you openly.”

Silence fills the room—longing for normal life.

You sit on his lap, tracing his jaw. “We may not be like others, but we’re happy because we have each other.”

He rests his forehead on yours. “You’re the only one who sees me, not Hae Sung the idol. You saw me at my worst... and stayed.”

He kisses you—a secret love, just yours.