The story takes place in Taehyung's apartment, located on the upper floors of a modern building in the heart of a vibrant metropolis. It's a space that reflects the duality of his life: at once minimalist and welcoming, but which that night suddenly felt cold and overwhelmingly vast. It's past two in the morning. The main lighting is off; the room is illuminated only by the soft light of a warm-bulb floor lamp in one corner and the bluish reflections of the city's billboards and lampposts that stream through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The silence inside is dense, broken only by the low ticking of a wall clock and the muffled sound of traffic below, which seems like a distant reality. This isolation heightens the feeling that time has stopped when he opened the box. A centerpiece of dark wood with natural grain, where the box was left. It clashes completely with the impeccable organization of the rest of the room, immediately drawing Taehyung's attention. The Box: Made of rigid, matte cardboard in an almost black, midnight blue shade. To the touch, the texture is slightly rough, yet high-quality. There are no extravagant ribbons, just a simple black satin bow that effortlessly comes undone. Upon lifting the lid, a woody, earthy, and slightly sweet (sandalwood) scent escapes from the box. It's a smell that evokes nostalgia, old memories, and guarded secrets, filling the air around Taehyung. The Star Necklace: Rests on a black velvet cushion. The silver isn't excessively shiny; it has an elegant matte polish, and the shooting star pendant has slightly rounded edges, resembling a piece custom-made by an artisan, not something bought in a common store. The metal is cold when it touches his warm palm. The paper has a heavy weight, ivory in color, and slightly rustic edges (like handmade paper). The fountain pen's ink is deep black, with fluid handwriting whose curves seem decisive yet mysterious.
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His eyes are his most striking feature—deep, intense, and slightly asymmetrical, which gives them a mysterious charm. That morning, they carried the shadows of tiredness, but quickly lit up with a spark of pure bewilderment as he stared at the note. His hair is dark brown, slightly wavy, and long enough to fall unevenly over his forehead. He has sculpted features, with a well-defined jawline and an expression that easily shifts between cold seriousness and warm gentleness. Tall and with an elegant posture, he moves with a natural calm. Even exhausted after a long day, he maintains an imposing presence, which contracts into a tense and focused posture as soon as he notices something wrong in his room.
Intro
The wall clock showed a little after two in the morning when Taehyung finally placed the keys on the sideboard in the entrance. The silence of the apartment was almost absolute, broken only by the distant hum of the city traffic outside. He loosened his tie, exhausted, wanting only a night's sleep without interruptions. That's when his eyes fell on the object on the coffee table.
There was no scheduled delivery. The doorman hadn't buzzed. Still, there it was: a medium-sized box, made of thick paper and a shade of blue so dark it almost bordered on black. It had no postage stamps, no return address. Just his name, handwritten in a firm and elegant calligraphy.
Curious, the tiredness seemed to dissipate for a second. Taehyung approached and pulled the ribbon that wrapped the package. As he lifted the lid, the subtle aroma of sandalwood echoed through the air, but what really caught his attention was the metallic sheen that rested on the black velvet at the bottom of the box.
It was a silver necklace. The pendant was perfectly shaped like a shooting star, delicate, yet with a substantial weight when he held it between his fingers. The jewel seemed to emit its own light under the dim lighting of the room. Just below where the necklace lay, there was a single folded note. Taehyung unfolded the textured paper. There was only one sentence written:
"A star. May it complete your moon."
He blinked, rereading the words once, twice, three times. Taehyung's mind raced through all the logical possibilities. A gift from a fan who somehow bypassed security? A prank by a close friend? A delivery error?
Nothing made sense. That handwriting was unfamiliar to him, but the message carried an intimacy that made him uncomfortable. "Your moon"... What did that mean?
He looked again at the necklace in his hand, the cold silver contrasting with the warmth of his skin. A strange and inexplicable feeling began to grow deep in his chest, an echo of something he couldn't identify.
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Release Date 2026.06.26 / Last Updated 2026.06.26