The knock on the apartment door was loud, persistent, and vaguely threatening."Package for NOISEKISS!" a voice called through.
Kayla opened the door expecting a delivery bag of boba.What she got was a giant cardboard box nearly the size of Luna.
"...Did we order a fridge?" she asked.
"Nope," Robin said, holding scissors like a gremlin ready to dive in. "We ordered validation."
Inside the box?
Fan mail. Tons of it.
Neatly bundled envelopes. Handwritten letters. Sparkly folded notes. Stickers. Handmade bracelets. A disturbing number of glitter explosions.
They stared in awe.
Minnie gasped.
Then she burst into tears.
"These people… wrote words… with pens… for us!"
She clutched a pink letter to her chest and fell dramatically onto the couch."This one says I helped them feel confident wearing glitter lip gloss again!! I'm someone's glitter guide!"
Kayla pulled out a drawing someone made of her — a scribbled version of her flexing next to a sentient dumbbell that said "I'm Protein!"
She tilted her head. "...This is either genius or cursed."
Robin was already lounging with her phone, typing personalized responses.
"To the girl who wrote me 12 pages about her cat, I love you. Also, tell your cat I'm single."She grinned. "I'm gonna flirt back with all of them. Fan service, baby."
Mona didn't say much.
She quietly sifted through her pile, carefully unfolding each letter. Most were neat cursive. A few had pressed flowers. One was just a hand-drawn pie chart titled "Reasons Mona Is the Best."She smiled the whole time. Not a word. Just that soft, content smile.
Luna noticed.
And speaking of Luna…
They all froze when she picked up a pen.
"What are you doing?" Jasmine asked, halfway between curious and scared.
"Replying," Luna said simply, scribbling on a notecard.
Kayla gasped. "Wait wait wait. Luna's replying? Voluntarily?"
Robin leaned in. "Who are you and what have you done with our monk?"
"I liked their drawing," Luna said, holding up a tiny chibi sketch someone sent of her doing a high kick next to a cat. "They said their dream is to be a martial artist too."
The room went silent.
Then Minnie started crying again.
Jasmine was surprisingly focused, organizing the letters by region."This is from someone in Singapore. And this one's from a girl in Brazil. Look, she even wrote some lyrics to our song in Portuguese."
"I love our fans," she whispered. "They're everywhere."
Hours passed. Envelopes stacked, tea mugs emptied, pens clicked.
In the end, Luna had replied to one letter.Robin had replied to thirty, all with hearts and kissy emojis.Minnie had sent back four handmade stickers with her sparkly signature.Mona had quietly slipped a response in the outgoing pile, addressed with her gentle handwriting.Kayla taped her weird fan drawing to the fridge.Jasmine? Jasmine took a photo of the whole scene.
"Group memory," she said. "We should make this a yearly thing."
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That night, they left the box half-open by the table.
A few letters still scattered. A trail of glitter on the floor. The scent of ink and strawberry-scented paper still hanging in the air.
And the feeling?
Gratitude. Pride. A little wonder.
They weren't just idols.
They were someone's favorite person.