Love , Again ?? || RM

Part 70 - A Truth Waiting to Surface

Y/N's POV

The welcome session turned out to be far more enjoyable than I had expected.

What had started as a room full of unfamiliar faces slowly became something warmer. Fifteen people from different corners of the world, each carrying their own stories, their own creative struggles, and their own reasons for being there. By the end of the introductions, the awkwardness had almost disappeared.

Namjoon and I naturally found ourselves spending most of the evening around each other. There was something incredibly easy about being with him.

We moved between different groups during the meet-and-greet, listened to everyone's stories, laughed at the little misunderstandings that came from different accents and cultures, and occasionally found ourselves quietly observing everything from the side. He seemed genuinely interested in every person he met, asking questions, remembering small details, and making even the quietest participants feel included.

And somehow, between all of that, we kept finding our way back to each other. Sometimes it was because one of us had something funny to point out. Sometimes because we simply ended up standing beside each other without thinking about it. The evening passed much faster than either of us expected.The official photographers captured group pictures, the organizers introduced the schedule for the coming weeks and everyone slowly began exchanging social media accounts and making plans for the next day.

The workshop didn't feel like a month surrounded by strangers. It felt like the beginning of something and somewhere between the laughter, the photographs, the endless introductions and the quiet moments shared with Namjoon... I realized I was actually looking forward to tomorrow.
Namjoon's POVThe meet-and-greet had been unexpectedly comforting. I had arrived expecting the usual awkwardness that came with meeting a group of strangers who would be spending an entire month together. Instead, the evening had felt almost effortless. Everyone had different personalities. Different backgrounds. Different ways of seeing the world.

And perhaps that was exactly what made the evening so interesting. I found myself listening more than speaking, absorbing everyone's stories and watching how quickly the room transformed from unfamiliar faces into something resembling a small community but despite everything happening around me, I kept noticing Y/N.

She had a way of making people comfortable without even trying. She listened carefully, laughed freely, remembered little things people mentioned casually and somehow managed to make every interaction feel genuine. Watching her move through the room made me understand something. She wasn't simply good at creating things. She was good at understanding people and maybe that was why our conversations felt so natural. By the end of the evening, I realized something that surprised me.
I wasn't thinking about the thirty days ahead with uncertainty anymore. I was curious. Curious about the workshop. Curious about the people and perhaps, most dangerously of all... curious about how many more ordinary moments I would get to share with her. The first day hadn't even officially begun yet, and somehow Vienna already felt different.
Hannie's POVThe moment I stepped onto that stage, every trace of nervousness disappeared. The lights were blinding. The crowd was deafening. The energy was almost impossible to describe but somewhere beneath all of it, I could still hear her voice.