Our meeting is a mere chance encouter. Our bond of pixels and bytes, fragile as a thin piece of string.

An idol posing as an average guy, a fan pretending to be oblivious, and just some random idiot who's having way too much fun watching both of them make fools out of themselves.

He smoothed out his skirt and checked his makeup on the mirror one final time before turning the doorknob and stepping out. A satisfied smirk played on his rouged lips when he saw the awe on his friends' faces. "Holy , man," Dongwoo breathed. "You're really... You look absolutely..."

"Come on," he said with that boyish grin of his as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her with him into the darkness of the forest. "Trust me. You wouldn't want to miss this." And on that

He doesn't know what she was [a girl, a star, his salvation, absolute destruction], nor does he know where she came from [the skies, the vast unknown, the darkest corners of the universe — of heaven, of hell]. Her arrival was an explosion of everything huge and grand and painfully beautiful.[Later, he'll learn that her departure would be everything but.]Twinkle, twinkle, little star; how

Sungjong goes all out, and a fan does not approve.