Chapter 102 – A Kiss for the Breach
[ALERT]: Anonymous Leak of One of Jaeheon Kang's Unreleased Tracks Sends Industry Into Tailspin – Song Believed to Be Part of the "Hundred" Series Rumored Among Fans
The leak spread like wildfire.
One blurry photo.
One handwritten page.
No credits. No metadata. Just raw words.
You kissed me like I was oxygen you didn't need,but maybe—just for a second—you wanted to taste.
I'll take that second.I'll turn it into eternity.
No release date. No context. No production tag.
Just—him.
@silverlinedshadows:It's him. I know it's him. This isn't a song. It's a death sentence written by someone who smiled while bleeding.
@BehindAureus:Fans always joked about "the one he writes for" being a myth. I think she's real. And I think she's the reason no one can find him.
@ProducerRae:Confirmed: The file originated from his studio laptop in Seoul. Private server. Firewalled. Access only to him. Someone hacked him.
POV: Hacker Chat Logs [Anonymous Forum]
USER019: private IP traced back to South KoreaUSER019: but data was written in ItalyUSER019: synced by accident?USER019: never seen encryption react that fastUSER019: AI kicked in. I mean real AI. Not prebuilt.USER019: It... rewrote me out of the systemUSER019: no trace leftUSER019: got one file thoUSER019: lyrics? or a poem?
You kissed me like I was oxygen you didn't needbut maybe, just for a second, you forgot how to breathe.
I'll make that second eternal. Even if you don't stay.
USER019: no artist tag. no label. no trace.USER019: just vanished.
POV: Hyunjae (AUREUS) – Korea
It didn't make sense.
Jaeheon had gone completely off the grid. No signals, no messages, no coordinates. And now, suddenly—this.
A lyric.
Leaked.
Just one.
No composer credit.
No metadata.
But it was him. Every word. Every breath.
Hyunjae could feel it in his chest. Like the ghost of a heartbeat they'd all been trying to find since he vanished.
But what scared him most wasn't the lyric.
It was how fast the file vanished.
How the hacker who found it never resurfaced. How the post was erased from every platform within seconds.
Something—or someone—was protecting Jaeheon.
And it wasn't anyone they knew.
Hyunjae leaned back in the dark studio, eyes on the glowing monitor.
"Who are you with, Jaeheon?" he whispered.
No one knew.
And no one could guess.
Because Jaeheon had been in love since he was fifteen.
With someone they didn't even believe was real.
Someone he never named.
.And for the first time, Hyunjae realized—They might never get him back.
POV Jaeheon Kang
Some days ago she brought a piano for him .
The piano had long since stopped playing, but his fingers still hovered over the keys like they could summon a silence deeper than thought.
Outside, Milan blurred behind rain-slicked glass.Inside, the room was lit only by the faint hum of crystal pendant lights above and her presence—still, quiet, poised.
She hadn't said anything since the leak.
He had.
A single question.
"Are you angry?"
It had hung in the air like ash. Heavy. Disappearing slowly.
Jaeheon didn't look at her when he said it. His voice barely rose above a whisper, but he knew she heard him. Anastasia always heard him. She heard everything.
He waited.
One second. Two.
She stepped closer. Barefoot now, her robe soft black silk, cinched tight around her waist like she was carved from a painting no one dared touch.
When she stopped just in front of him, her golden hair fell across her collarbone like a thread of light.
She tilted her head. Cold blue eyes studied him without emotion. Without mercy.
"No," she said simply.
He looked up. Slowly. Searching.
Her voice was calm. But something coiled beneath it. Not anger. Not disappointment.
Control.
"I stopped the breach before it spread," she said. "Only two files. One line of code was enough to trace the hacker. They won't get close again."
He lowered his eyes. "I didn't mean to sync anything. It was… just a draft."
"I know," she said.
He didn't move.
He couldn't.
Not when she was standing so close. Not when the air between them was crackling like static behind silence.
And then—
She leaned in.
Her kiss was featherlight. Barely there.
The corner of his mouth.
Like he wasn't broken. Like she hadn't had to erase a digital war to protect him.
And again—
This time on his lips.
Not gentle.
But direct.
A kiss that told him she was choosing not to punish. That she could—but didn't.
When she pulled back, her voice was softer than silk, colder than ice.
"Two," she said. "Because I'm not angry. And because you're still my testing boyfriend."
He blinked once.
She was already turning away, gliding toward the open hallway like nothing had happened.
And then—
A pause.
Still facing the dark, she added over her shoulder:
"Next time, don't write anything unless you're ready to burn it."
He didn't answer.
There was nothing to say.