PROLOGUE
311 Words
Fame has a strange way of making the world loud.
Crowds screaming, cameras stalking, headlines multiplying like wildfire.
Faces everywhere — smiling when you're supposed to, composed when you're breaking.
But love...
real love...
is quiet.
It doesn't arrive with applause or a press release.
It slips in like a late-night message, like a borrowed hoodie, like breath against your ear at 3 a.m. when no one else can hear.
I didn't meet him under spotlights.
I met him in the blur between arrivals and departures — airport lights humming overhead, strangers rushing past like tides. His mask hid half his face. Mine hid the rest. Two names known by millions, but two hearts that were invisible to each other until that moment.
One glance.
One hesitation.
One smile is all it took.
People think romance for stars happens on grand stages — red carpets, magazine covers, glittering events. But ours began in the cracks between duties and dreams.
In the quiet.
Where no camera reached us.
Where no rumor had our names yet.
Where his laugh wasn't a performance.
Where my heart wasn't a headline.
We didn't fall fast.
We fell constantly — every hello, every missed calls, every plane that took one of us away.
And in those early days, before the world ever cared, before they speculated, screamed, supported, or cursed — we had something small. Something soft. Something only ours.
No press.
No proof.
No panic.
Just warmth in a cold airport corridor.
Just a voice that said my name like it wasn't being heard by millions.
Just the possibility that beyond fame, beyond distance, beyond Seoul and Manila...
Love could exist for us too.
Before the storm —
before they demanded answers,
before we chose to stop hiding —
there was just him.
There was just me.
And there was an entire story waiting to begin.
- Writer
