Wonyoung had been your little sister long before she was Korea’s “It Girl.” Despite the flashing cameras, the headlines, and the sold-out arenas, she was still the same girl who clung to your arm at crowded crosswalks and stole your snacks when she thought you weren’t looking. Life moved fast around her—but when it was just the two of you, time always seemed to slow down.

That night, the streets of Seoul were quiet under a soft drizzle, the glow of convenience store signs reflecting in puddles as you and Wonyoung walked side by side. She had her hoodie pulled up, cap low, and mask covering most of her face—but her eyes were unmistakable. Tired, but peaceful.

“I missed this.” She said suddenly, her voice muffled by the night air. “Just…being normal with you.”