Episode 9: First Meeting
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**Mauve’s POV**
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of our hotel suite, painting golden streaks across the ceiling. I blinked awake, and for a moment, everything was still. Then I remembered — *today* was *the day*.
I sat up instantly.
“Lisa!” I called out, voice still groggy. “Wake up! We’ve got a concert to get to!”
From the other bed, Lisa groaned. “Why do you sound like you're about to meet God?”
I blinked dramatically. “Because I am.”
She laughed sleepily, but I was already up, buzzing with nerves and excitement.
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We arrived at the venue three hours early, yet the plaza was already packed. Fans — or rather, Bells — were gathered in waves of purple, holding light sticks, banners, and posters.
Lisa turned to me, grinning. “It’s happening, babe. Are you breathing?”
“Barely,” I replied, clutching my light stick. My palms were sweating. My heart thumped in my chest like it was part of the opening act.
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Inside the stadium, we were ushered to our seats. Row 4. Close enough to see their expressions. Close enough to feel every beat.
As the lights dimmed, the roar of the crowd echoed like thunder. Then, silence. A heartbeat. And the screen lit up.
Music blasted. Smoke rolled. And suddenly, they were *there* — BiTiBiTi, rising from the stage like celestial beings.
Yun was in the center.
My breath hitched.
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**Yun’s POV**
The moment the lights hit us, I stepped into my zone. The cheers, the lights, the energy — they wrapped around me like second skin.
We launched into the first song. My heart was pounding, but my body moved instinctively.
As we transitioned into the third track, I swept my gaze across the crowd. And then— I saw her.
Row 4. She wasn’t holding a banner. She wasn’t screaming. She was just *looking*. Her eyes wide, lips parted slightly, like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
And I— I froze for a beat.
I don’t know why, but in that exact second, time warped. The crowd faded. Her eyes held me in place. My stomach flipped. Something in my chest tightened.
I smiled—*I couldn’t help it.*
Her eyes widened more. She blinked like she was unsure I was real.
I tore my eyes away, back into the performance, but my mind had split.
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**Mauve’s POV**
He saw me.
I swear—*he saw me*.
During the bridge of “Stellar Gravity,” Yun looked directly at me. Our eyes locked. His smile softened, just slightly, and then he looked away. It wasn’t one of those idle fan-service glances. It was real. Too real.
My legs felt like jelly.
Lisa leaned over. “Did Yun just look at you?”
“I— I think so.”
Her eyes widened. “Girl, breathe. Don’t pass out now.”
I shook my head. “I’m fine. I think I just left my body for a second.”
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The concert went on like a dream.
They performed 22 songs, each more breathtaking than the last. There were ballads that made the whole stadium sway and anthems that turned us into one wild, pulsing crowd. The members laughed, shared stories, and spoke to us with such love that I felt like part of a family.
But no matter what happened, my eyes kept returning to Yun.
And more than once, I caught *him* glancing in my direction.
Coincidence?
Maybe.
But deep inside, something whispered—*No. This means something.*
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**Yun’s POV**
After the final song, we stood on stage, sweaty and breathless. I looked at the crowd one last time. I tried to spot her again — the girl from Row 4.
She wasn’t looking up at me. She had her hand over her heart.
She looked like she was *feeling* something. Something familiar.
Was it possible?
Could she feel this pull too?
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Backstage, we slumped onto the couches, chugging water bottles and sharing excited energy.
Jae nudged me. “You were quiet tonight, bro. Even during the Q&A section.”
I smiled faintly. “Yeah. Just... zoned out a little.”
“You good?”
I nodded. But my mind was still out there, with *her*.
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**Mauve’s POV**
Lisa and I made it back to the hotel in silence at first. Then we exploded in synchronized screams.
“That was INSANE!”
“I think I forgot how to walk!”
“I made eye contact with Jae!”
“Yun *looked* at me, Lisa. I swear to God.”
“I saw it too! I’ve never seen someone look so dumbstruck in love—wait, I meant—no offense—”
I was too giddy to care. I threw myself on the bed, holding my signed light stick like a sacred relic.
“I can’t believe what just happened. And tomorrow, we meet them... backstage.”
Lisa’s eyes went wide. “Oh right. That’s tomorrow. And now I’m *officially* nervous.”
I sat up. “What if... what if he remembers me?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Then, babe, you’ve got one hell of a story coming your way.”
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**Yun’s POV**
I couldn’t sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her again. The look in her eyes. The pull I’d felt since that live session months ago — it wasn’t just in my dreams anymore. It was here. Real.
Could a fan really be... more?
I wasn’t supposed to think like this. But I couldn’t help it.
I looked down at the list of VIP meet-and-greet attendees.
Her name was there.
*“Mauve H.”*
Tomorrow, I’d see her up close.
And I needed to know.
Was it just a look?
Or was it the beginning of everything?
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**To be continued...*
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