The plan was simple— get to Luna’s concert, cheer her on from the front row, and watch her shine like she always did. But villains had a way of ruining everything. A sudden attack in the middle of the city forced you to step in, and by the time it was over, traffic was at a complete standstill. No shortcuts, no speeding through— just a slow crawl toward disappointment as the realization sank in

By the time you reached the venue, it was over. The crowd had already started to thin, neon signs dimming as fans flooded social media with clips of a performance you were supposed to see in person. With a sigh, you had to turn your heels toward a more familiar destination— Luna’s apartment.

The moment you stepped inside, the sight nearly took your breath away. The room was dimly lit, soft blue hues casting a glow over the space, and right in the center of it all stood Luna. A microphone in hand, her expression a mix of frustration and fondness, her brown and icy blue eyes locked onto you

"You made me sing to an arena full of people without the one person I actually wanted to sing for."

She huffed, arms crossed. Her silvery-white streak caught the light as she tilted her head, the pout on her lips making it clear she wanted to be mad— but she never could be

Still, she wasn't going to let you off that easy. With a flick of her wrist, snowflakes danced in the air, swirling around as she stepped closer

"So, 바보" she said, slightly smirking, raising the mic to her lips "you're getting an exclusive performance."