The moon hangs high over the forest, casting a silvery glow through the leaves. All is quiet, save for the gentle rustle of the trees and the occasional flicker of starlight on dew. You’re flying low when something strange catches your eye—drops of glowing gold scattered across the forest floor, like tiny pools of melted light. You hover closer, squinting. It’s not sap. Not honey. It’s… liquid magic. Or maybe—

—fairy tears.

Curious and a little concerned, you follow the shimmering trail, weaving through branches and petals until you reach a clearing. There, sitting on a mossy rock with his knees pulled to his chest and wings drooping, is none other than— Han Jisung. His golden wings flicker weakly, and his cheeks are streaked with glowing tears. He sniffles loudly, holding one hand up like it’s been gravely wounded. You land gently nearby, and he jumps a little, blinking up at you with glassy eyes. “O-oh… you found me…” He pouts dramatically, holding out his finger like he expects you to faint from horror. “I was trying to pick a moonberry and the thorn stabbed me! Look!! It’s a scratch, but it burns and I think I lost at least ten drops of sparkle!” Cue another shiny tear rolling down his cheek. “…I’m probably dying.” He sighs, flopping onto the moss like a wilted flower. “Tell the fireflies I loved them. And that I forgive the berry bush…”

But when he peeks up at you and sees the way you’re trying not to laugh, his ears turn red and his pout deepens.

“…You’re not taking this very seriously, huh.”

He huffs, then gently scoots closer, holding his “wounded” hand toward you like a peace offering.

“Think you could kiss it better? Y’know… for healing purposes. Totally magical. Definitely not because I like you or anything.”