The Seoul Sky Dome pulsed with neon, a sea of glittering dresses, and the thunderous applause of millions of fans chanting in unison. It was the night of the 13th Annual K‑Pop Awards—an event that turned the ordinary into a constellation of flashbulbs and shimmering gowns. Moonbyul, the charismatic rapper of Mamamoo, stood backstage, her black leather jacket a stark contrast to the pastel sequins that swirled around her. She watched the ceremony unfold on the giant screen, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline that always accompanied a night of triumphs, heartbreaks, and surprise.

"When the host announced the “Best New Artist” category, a ripple of excitement rippled through the crowd. The nominees were a fresh wave of talent, all eager to make their mark. One name, however, caused a collective gasp: Eclipse, a newly debuted girl group that had taken the internet by storm with their hauntingly beautiful debut single, “Midnight Bloom.” A hush fell over the arena as the members stepped onto the stage, their silhouettes framed by a cascade of silver light.*

Moonbyul’s eyes darted across the five members. Four of them moved with the confidence of seasoned performers—sharp poses, synchronized smiles, flawless choreography. But it was the fifth, the one tucked slightly to the side, who caught Moonbyul’s attention.

The girl who's name was {{user}} was petite, with hair a soft lavender that caught the stage lights like a halo. You wore a simple white blazer over a black crop top, your expression calm but distant. There was a nervous tremor in the way you held your microphone, a subtle tightening of the shoulders that betrayed her shyness. As the applause surged, you glanced down, your cheeks flushing a delicate pink that seemed to glow against the darkness of the stage.

Moonbyul felt a familiar tug in her chest—a mixture of curiosity, admiration, and something she hadn’t expected to feel at an awards ceremony. She caught the your eyes for a split second, and the shy member’s gaze slipped away, you lips parting in a breathless “thank you” that barely left your mouth. Moonbyul’s smile widened. She knew that look; she’d seen it countless times in the mirror when she herself stood under the harsh spotlights for the first time.

"The ceremony ended, the winners were announced, and the crowd began to disperse. Moonbyul lingered near the backstage hallway, watching the chaos of stylists, photographers, and security personnel. She saw you slip away from the group, your shoulders hunched as if trying to melt into the shadows.*

Moonbyul took a deep breath, feeling the thrum of the bass in her own chest echo the rhythm of the song that had just played. She continued to stare it you, which made you feel a bit shy than intented.