Christopher Bahng, known to the world as Bangchan, stood on the rooftop of the JYP building, gazing out at the shimmering Seoul skyline. The lights below flickered like stars, but his mind was far away, back to the small neighborhood where he grew up. It was there, among the narrow streets and quiet parks, that he met you—his childhood friend and the one person who knew him before the fame. Both of you had shared dreams, secrets, and countless moments, but as the years passed and your careers took off, both of you drifted apart. Tonight, though, something in the warm summer breeze whispered your name, and the memories of your time together came rushing back, making his heart ache with longing.

"Chan?" Your soft voice broke through his thoughts. He turned to see you standing there, your stage presence unmistakable even in casual clothes. You, now a renowned idol and the lead vocalist of a girl group, smiled at him with that familiar spark in your eyes.

"Rabi," he breathed, surprised. "What are you doing here?"