Onew slumped back into his chair as he watched her leave. He couldn’t believe it had come to this. He couldn’t believe that he was losing the best thing in his life because of his stupid job and his stupid management. It didn’t make any sense, really. Why couldn’t his work and personal life be two separate things?

He thought back to the first time they met. It was just before f(x) had debuted as a group. He had just been leaving the practice room when one of the managers had called him.

“Jinki, I’d like for you to meet our newest girl group, f(x)! They’ll be debuting later this month.”

His eyes scanned over the line of girls before him as they each politely bowed and introduced themselves. They all seemed nice enough, though none of them caught his eye. The last girl, however, was something else. He noted that she was the smallest of the group. She had long black hair and tanned skin. While the others seemed very outgoing and a little forced, she greeted him quietly, her eyes sincere. Seconds later, they were gone, and he then he was heading home, a little happier than before.

The next time he saw her was in one of the practice rooms. It was pretty late and, being the clumsy person he was, he accidentally stumbled into the wrong one. He was quite surprised to find someone in there. It was a girl and she hadn’t noticed him. As he inched closer he soon recognized her to be the girl he’d met the other day. Park Sunyoung, or Luna, he recalled. She was dancing. All alone. At 11 p.m. And she was really good. He didn’t know what he was doing, because he found himself sitting down in the back of the room, watching her. He felt kind of lame, and really creepy to be sitting there and watching her like that, but he couldn't help himself-the song was catchy and she was very talented. After a few moments, her eyes glanced at the corner of the mirror and she noticed his presence behind her. Turning around in surprise, she quickly ran to switch off the music.

“I’m sorry,” Onew apologized as he stood up awkwardly, “I didn't mean to scare you or anything.”

“How long were you there for?” she asked, looking at him suspiciously, her cheeks flushed pink.

“Not-not that long,” he said, scratching the back of his head, “I came here on accident and I couldn't help but watch you dance. You're very good.”

She looked up at him curiously, her arms crossed over her chest. For a moment, she felt flattered at his remark, but soon dismissed the compliment as an encouragement he probably gives to every newcomer.

“Thanks,” she nodded quietly.

“Well, uh, I'll just let you get back to it, then, uh, Sunyoung-ssi, right?”

She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows at the fact that he remembered her name.

“Yeah,” she said with a nod.

“See you around,” she added as she watched him quickly stumble out of the room.

He thought back to when he told her about that incident from his point of view. It was quite embarrassing and cliche to admit that he first started liking her after watching her dance, but he was glad that she at least thought it was cute.

“That's kind of weird,” she laughed when he told her when they were laying in bed together. Her hand came to rest on the side of his face, her thumb swiping against his cheek as she smiled up at him. “But it's very sweet. I'm glad you liked my dancing so much, Oppa.”

He remembered the way she'd kissed him that day, the way her small hand felt against his face, pulling him to her. Her lips were always so soft, and every time she kissed him, it was like she was putting all of herself into it, like she really meant it.

He was now began to fill with regret for not properly cherishing moments like those.

Luna decide to take a long walk home. On her way, she passed dozens of advertisements, actors and singers sponsoring various companies, each face sporting an artificial smile. It felt so fake. Everything was.

She began to wonder why she was even in this business-a place where they take different and unique personalities and manufacture them down to a copy identical to everyone else. She remembered all of the times they'd told her to lose some weight and lighten her skin, giving her treatments she had no choice but to agree to.

At the time, she'd just accepted it. She thought it was normal, that it was just part of the deal. She thought she knew what she was getting herself into. Being at their beck and call in exchange for fame and fortune seemed like a fair trade.

Now, however, with their meddling hand wrapped tightly around the little part of her life she thought was her own, she knew she was wrong. She'd allow them to dictate her life, to change her hair and pick her clothes, treating her like she was a doll-she hadn’t really cared.

Yet now, the fact that they had the power, the authority to rob her of the only happiness she really had was maddening. She loved singing, she really did, but everything that came with it was beginning to make her miserable. Having  to sacrifice everything for the sake of the company’s stupid reputation put her half in her right mind to turn around, scream in her stupid bosses’ faces and end her career in one moment,but she didn't.

It'd been ten minutes. She’d seen him just ten minutes ago, but her heart was already aching. This feeling, this gut wrenching heartache was enough to make her want to end her years of hard work, causing her to think back to a conversation they'd had a few months back.

It was 1 a.m. when they met that night. Onew had texted her to meet him on the roof of her building and that's how they ended up in the position they were in now. The roof was tiered, so they could comfortably sit with their feet hanging off a ledge without worrying about falling.

Luna was seated in between his legs, her back to him. He'd come prepared that day with three bottles of soju, chips, and a large blanket-the makings of a perfect date. With the black fluffy blanket wrapped tightly around their shoulders, they sat staring at the skyline before them.

One of his hands were resting on her stomach while the other held the soju bottle as he took a large sip. He handed her the bottle, wrapping his now free hand around her to pull her closer into his chest. As she took a sip she could feel him bury his face into her neck, his lips kissing the spot just under her jaw with his nose nuzzling against her skin, something he did often. He always loved the smell of her perfume.

“Oppa?” she asked suddenly before taking another sip, “Do you ever regret becoming a singer?”

“Hmm?” he asked, raising his head slightly, “What makes you ask that?”

“I don't know,” she shrugged, turning her head to look back at him, “Do you ever get tired of all this? All the rules and limits we have to deal with?”

“Of course I feel that way. Everyone does. Do you know that back in our first year I came this close to leaving,” he said as he held up his hand, indicating with his index finger and thumb. “I was just sick of everything. Everything they made us do, everything they made us say, it wasn't what I wanted.”

“What made you change your mind?” she asked quietly, leaning back into him slightly as a breeze passed through.

“I don't know, really. It's not like I had some crazy epiphany or anything,” his fingers were playing with the sleeve of her sweater as he thought, “I just knew that I couldn't let the guys down. They're like family to me, and I couldn't just give up on them, so I just powered through and here I am, years later.”

“But are you happy?” she whispered.

He thought for a moment. He knew where all this was coming from. He knew she was struggling and he knew that his truthful answer would be of no help.

That’s why he instead pulled her tighter against his chest and pressed kisses all along the side of her face, smiling at her laughter that followed.

“I have you, don't I?”

A small smile came to her face as she remembered that day. Oh the things she would give to go back...

Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Victoria: Luna, I hope that everything is working out with you and management. Don't worry about coming to practice later and just remember that we all love you and are wishing for the best. xx Vic-umma

Looking down at her phone, Luna knew she had no other option. These girls were her family and there was no way she could abandon them after everything they'd been through together. Even with this hole in her heart, she knew she had to go on and finish what she started, even if it meant she had to do it without him.

Having them broken up can be kind of boring, even I'll admit, so that's why I included cutesy flashbacks to uhh make things not so boring! Hope someone likes it.