The day had started with sparkles and screams.
Los Angeles, golden with anticipation, held their hearts high as Glitter stepped onto the stage for their first international fansign of the world tour.
The boys looked dazzling. Choen, serene as the sea.
Their table lined with stacks of letters, cute plushies, and hand-folded cards. Cameras flashed. Fans laughed. The air was sweet with perfume and dreams.
🎤 Fan Interactions
"Choen-noona! Can I show you my drawing?" a tiny fan beamed, holding up a sketch of Choen and Choel on stage.
"Oh wow—this is better than our poster," Choen giggled, making heart fingers and signing the back of the sketch. "You're an artist already."
Nearby, sunwoo posed with a stuffed rabbit someone gave him, pretending to be serious. "Name it," a fan dared.
He tilted his head. "Rabbinwoo," he said dramatically.
Everyone burst into laughter.
Choel was smiling as usual. Kind, relaxed, casual—until she arrived.
🎀 The Little Girl
She couldn't have been older than six.
Dressed in a soft cream dress that shimmered like it had threads of moonlight stitched into it. She had a ribbon in her hair and wide, gentle eyes.
When she stepped forward, something in the air changed.
"Hi…" her voice was barely above a whisper.
Choel leaned down, blinking softly. "Hello, princess."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny box.
Inside, nestled in velvet, was a charm.
It glinted under the lights. Blue water. Golden sand. Tiny sea pebbles.
Identical.
To the charm he had once given Choen—long ago, secretly, where no camera ever followed.
He froze.
No one should know about this.
But the girl just smiled, eyes shining. "It's yours."
"…Thank you," he said, lips curling into a smile, though his hands were slightly trembling. "Where did you get this?"
But before he could ask more—she was gone. Led away by her guardian. Swallowed into the crowd like she had never existed.
He stared at the charm, brows knitting together. Then placed it in his pocket.
🛏️ That Night
The team returned to the hotel, laughter still echoing down the halls as they carried bags full of fan letters and souvenirs.
Choen was tired, her makeup off, her dress replaced with an oversized sweatshirt. She braided her hair lazily while chatting with the makeup noona in the hall.
Then a message lit up on her phone.
Choel: "rgmekrjthkbjerbelrrfbjldfbgeebt"
She was confused so she headed to his room.
Room 604. She remembered.
Knocked twice. "Choel?"
No response.
Maybe he had dozed off?
She tried again.
Silence.
Heart fluttering with unease, Choen gently turned the knob. It was unlocked.
The room was dim. The curtains drawn.
And then she saw it.
Choel's body on the bed.
Still.
Motionless.
The same charm lying beside his hand.
Her voice caught in her throat.
"C-Choel…?"
She stepped closer—no sound, no breath, no reply.
The charm shimmered faintly.
And then—cut to black.