Prologue

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Lee Kiyo's life is pretty much a whirlwind of circuits, code, and caffeine. She's an OG ARMY, glued to her phone every chance she gets, jamming to BTS on repeat while trying to keep her sanity at a tech factory that feels more like a hamster wheel.

Every day, she wakes up at the crack of dawn, yawning through her morning routine like a zombie. The smell of burnt toast wafts through her tiny apartment as she hurries to slap on some clothes that barely match. "Fashion is overrated to be honest," she mutters, shoving her hair into a messy bun.

Work is a mess. She's surrounded by machines that hum and groan, her fingers flying over keyboards like she's trying to keep up with her beloved boys. But it's not all sunshine and rainbows. The factory feels more like a cage, with deadlines looming over her head like dark clouds.

During lunch breaks, she scrolls through social media, watching BTS's latest live stream or sneak peeks of new music videos. "One day," she sighs, "I'll meet them. They won't be just faces on a screen." But for now, her reality is filled with tech jargon and the sound of machines beeping.

Little does she know, her ordinary life is about to take a wild turn, and her dreams of meeting BTS are closer than she thinks. Just not in the way she imagines. Not in a crowd of ARMY cheering their names as they perform at their concert. It's gonna be wilder.

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