The morning after the concert, Jayden's phone nearly exploded from notifications.
> #StreetBoyAndStarGirl #FirstSongLive #Jayna (Jayden + Luna)
Memes, fancams, and fan edits were everywhere. Half the internet shipped them. The other half… wanted his head on a stick.
Max called, nearly hyperventilating.
"BRO. You're famous. Like, actual famous! There's merch with your face already. Someone even made a body pillow!"
Jayden gagged. "A WHAT?!"
Meanwhile, Luna scrolled through fan comments in her dressing room.
Comment : 'Omg they're so cute together!'
Comment : 'Street boy doesn't deserve her.'
Comment : 'Cancel Luna for dating a nobody.'
Her smile faded. Fame was cruel.
At Star Entertainment HQ, reporters swarmed the entrance. Jayden barely made it inside, shielding himself with his guitar case.
"Jayden! Are you Luna's boyfriend?"
"Are you using her for fame?"
"Do you even have a job?!"
Jayden muttered, "Yes, it's called professional panicking."
Inside, Luna's manager fumed. "This is a scandal! Sponsors are threatening to pull out. Luna, you must deny everything immediately!"
Jayden raised his hand. "Uh, I'm fine with being denied, by the way. Denial is healthy. People deny liking pineapple pizza all the time."
Luna cut him off sharply. "No. I'm not denying anything."
Everyone froze.
Her manager gawked. "Are you insane?!"
But Luna's eyes softened as she looked at Jayden. "He's not just a nobody. He's my partner."
Jayden's ears burned. "…Can you stop saying that in public? People will think I'm important."
That night, Crystal Han posted a mysterious photo online: a blurry shot of Luna and Jayden leaving the studio late together.
Caption: "Some stars fall faster than others."
The comments exploded. Rumors spiraled. Jealous fans cursed Jayden. Rival companies stirred the fire.
Back in his tiny apartment, Jayden slumped against the wall, phone buzzing nonstop. "What am I even doing here, Steve?" he asked the cockroach crawling by. "I'm just a broke idiot with a guitar. She deserves… more."
His phone buzzed again. A new message.
> Luna: Don't quit on me. I need you.
Jayden stared at the screen, his heart pounding harder than any song he'd ever played.
The next day, Luna stood in front of flashing cameras at a press conference. Every question was a knife.
"Are you dating him?"
"Is he ruining your image?"
"Is this the end of Luna Park's career?"
She opened her mouth—hesitated—then spotted Jayden in the crowd, clutching his guitar like a lifeline.
Her lips curved into the smallest smile.
And with that, she answered.
The press room was packed, cameras flashing like lightning, reporters shouting over one another.
"Miss Park, is it true you're dating him?"
"Do you deny the rumors?"
"Is this just a publicity stunt?"
Luna's manager stood to the side, sweating bullets. He silently mouthed: Say no. Deny everything.
Luna adjusted the mic. Her eyes swept the room, calm, steady—then landed on Jayden, standing awkwardly at the back, clutching his guitar case like a shield.
She took a deep breath. "No," she said clearly. "I won't deny it."
The room exploded. Reporters nearly toppled over themselves.
Jayden's jaw dropped. Wait—what?!
Luna continued, her voice unwavering. "Yes. I spend time with him. Yes, he's important to me. And yes—he's the one who helped me find my song again."
Gasps. Shouts. Frenzied typing on laptops.
Her manager collapsed into a chair, muttering, "We're finished. We're absolutely finished."
Jayden, on the other hand, was in full meltdown mode.
Did she just… CONFESS? In front of the entire nation?!
Max spammed his phone with messages:
> "BRO. SHE CONFESSED."
"YOU'RE A LEGEND."
"WHEN'S THE WEDDING???"
Later, Luna escaped the chaos by slipping onto the rooftop of the building. She leaned against the railing, the city lights glittering below.
Jayden found her there, still stunned. "Do you… do you know what you just did?!"
She smirked. "Saved you from being called a stalker, probably."
"I mean—yeah—but also, you just confessed to the entire country!"
Luna turned to face him, her expression softening. "So what if I did? It's the truth. You make me laugh. You make music feel real again. And for once, I don't feel like I'm alone in this world."
Jayden's heart raced. His throat went dry. He wanted to joke, to deflect—but the look in her eyes silenced him.
For once, he just whispered, "Luna…"
The air between them grew heavy, electric.
Then—of course—the rooftop door burst open. Paparazzi had found them. Cameras clicked wildly.
Jayden yelped, "WHY IS IT ALWAYS CAMERAS?!"
Luna laughed, grabbing his hand. "Get used to it, street boy."
As they ran, hand in hand, chased by flashing lights, Jayden realized something terrifying and wonderful at once:
He was falling for her.
The internet was on fire.
"Luna Park CONFESSES to dating mystery boy LIVE!"
"Street boy steals superstar's heart—fairytale or disaster?"
"#JaynaForever trending worldwide."
Jayden scrolled through the headlines in disbelief. "I look like I just got hit by a bus in every photo. Why do they all use those faces?!"
Max snorted. "Because you're famous now, bro. Every sneeze, every blink, every trip—you're content."
Jayden groaned. "Great. I'm walking clickbait."
Meanwhile, Luna sat in her penthouse, bodyguards stationed outside. Her phone buzzed nonstop with calls from sponsors, reporters, and angry fans. She ignored them all—except one.
> Jayden: You okay?
She smiled faintly and typed back:
> Luna: I should be asking you that. You're the one they're roasting online.
Seconds later, his reply popped up:
> Jayden: Roasting builds character. I'm basically barbecue by now.
She laughed—genuinely, the way she only laughed with him.
That night, Luna snuck out in disguise—hoodie, mask, baseball cap—and met Jayden at the park near his shabby apartment.
He blinked at her outfit. "Wow. Didn't know you were auditioning for 'Suspicious Person #3' in a crime drama."
She smacked his arm. "Shut up."
They sat on a bench, the quiet of midnight wrapping around them. Jayden pulled out his guitar.
"No stage, no cameras. Just us. Want to try our song again?"
Luna nodded. Together, they sang softly, their voices blending under the stars. It wasn't perfect—but it was theirs.
When the song ended, silence lingered. Luna glanced at him, her voice barely above a whisper. "You know, if you want to back out now… I'd understand."
Jayden frowned. "Back out? Lady, I've survived being memed, roasted, and chased by paparazzi ninjas. You're stuck with me."
Her lips curved into a small smile. "…Good."
The next morning, chaos erupted.
Paparazzi had caught blurry photos of Luna in her "disguise" entering Jayden's neighborhood.
Headlines screamed:
"Secret Midnight Dates?!"
"Luna's Mystery Boy Confirmed!"
Jayden spat out his cereal. "They can tell it's her from THAT? It looks like a potato in a hoodie!"
Luna, on the phone, sighed. "Welcome to my life. Every potato is a scandal."
Jayden groaned, running his hands through his hair. "We're doomed."
But Luna's voice came steady through the line. "No. We're just getting started."
To be continued....