--- "It's been 7 years. Do you remember me?" Minamoto Natsuki seems like the perfect girl with the perfect life. Most people see her as a charm, a useless trinket but those who know her, knows she's worth much more. Her hard work, her pain, her happiness, her dreams - only one person knew everything, yet that one person forgot everything. He forgot her. Or did he? After 7 years, could there still be hope? A fire can be relit from the ashes yet if the ashes are extinguished, the fire is smothered. --- This is a fanfiction, anything that happens is purely imagination and I do not own majority of the characters. Disclaimer: Photos are not mine

Some memories stay hidden for a reason. One night, a crash. One girl, no memories. One boy, too many secrets. After waking up with amnesia, she's desperate to piece her life back together. School, friends, family, everything feels distant. Especially him. Ni-ki: the school's reckless heartthrob with a bike, a secret, and a cold stare that burns deeper than she wants to admit. He's avoiding her. She's avoiding him. Until one late ride home changes everything. What happens when you fall for the one thing your memory was trying to protect you from?

Mia didn't come to Seoul to fall in love. Landing a job as a stylist assistant at HYBE felt like a miracle, a golden ticket into the world she'd only watched through screens. But reality is entirely different. ENHYPEN was her comfort once. But the boys she thought she knew are idols who barely notice the workers behind their image. Some are standoffish. Some don't speak to her at all. And some - like Ni-Ki - just stare. When her anonymous art account starts gaining traction online, it feels like validation . One of her designs, posted under a pseudonym, ends up on a member during a high-profile shoot. It's surreal, thrilling... but she can't claim it. Not without risking everything. No one knows it was hers - except Ni-Ki. And now he's looking at her differently. Because in a world built on performance, falling in love in plain sight might just be the most dangerous act of all.

sori moves to seoul for dance quiet, focused, alone. then she meets ni-ki. distant, unreadable, and far too captivating. in a story of late-night practices, silent glances, and slow steps toward something unknown, sori begins to realize that maybe dance isn't the only thing she came here to find.

燃間 || the space before burning. It wasn't supposed to mean anything - a glance, a word, a moment too close. But things change. People change. And sometimes, the line between wanting and warning starts to blur.