**"And Suddenly, All Her Demons Fell Silent on His Lap"**
*"You would be the ruin of me, wouldn't you?" she asked, her voice trembling, a crack in her cold façade.*
*"Yes," he answered, his gaze steady. "Does that scare you?"*
Once the heartthro...
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Taehyung sat on the edge of his bed, the night’s silence hanging heavy around him. He held the diary in his hands, its cover worn and its edges soft from use. It was a discovery he hadn’t expected—Ryan’s diary, he had found it in his closet the one he is using right now.
A curious feeling tugged at him as he opened it and turned to the page where Ryan’s words seemed to leap out, raw and vivid. Taehyung’s fingers brushed the paper, and he began to read, where he left Last time almost feeling as if he were intruding on something sacred.
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**“Hey buddy,
You know… she still hasn’t spoken to me. You’re probably wondering why I want to be friends with a girl who won’t even look at me. I guess everyone would think it’s crazy, right? All the other students, they don’t understand. They’d tell me I could be friends with anyone—so why her? Why someone who’s cold, silent, like a shadow?
But there’s something different about her. Something that doesn’t blend with the crowd. In a sea of faces, she stands out like a lone star. Sure, people might think she’s aloof, that she’s untouchable. But they don’t see her like I do. They’ve never tried.
It’s strange… it’s like she speaks without words. Her silence is louder than anything. Her eyes—they tell stories that her lips don’t. When I look at her, I can feel it… like she’s trying to hide something, something buried so deep no one dares to reach for it. But me? I want to. I want to know her, understand her. I can’t explain why. Maybe it’s the way her gaze shifts, like she’s looking into something that no one else can see.
You probably want to know what she looks like, right? How to describe her...
The page ends there.**
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Taehyung felt the words linger in the air around him. His lips parted, a soft whisper escaping him unconsciously, “A moon under the dark clouds…”
His heart seemed to recognize something in Ryan’s words, something he hadn’t been able to admit to himself. But before he could sink deeper into the thought, he turned the page, his breath catching as his eyes fell on the next line.
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**“Mitzuki—she is Mitzuki.”**
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The words were simple but hit him with an intensity he couldn’t shake. He knew that name, that person, all too well. *Mitzuki—the beautiful moon.* Ryan’s words carried an admiration, an awe that Taehyung felt echoing in his own heart. It was like seeing her through someone else’s eyes, someone who understood the quiet, hidden parts of her that had captivated him too. Taehyung’s heart pounded, the name lingering in his mind. Mitsuki. He knew that name. It was the same way he thought of her—a beautiful moon, mysterious and veiled in shadows, yet dazzlingly bright when seen through the right lens.
