The EON x Clara Delvine music video series was finally complete—and the world collectively lost its mind. The ten-part "visual album" dominated every social platform imaginable. Each release trended for days, and the finale—where Clara's character walked away under a dim streetlight while Cassian sang the closing verse—shattered viewership records in under twenty-four hours. The ending was poetic, heartbreaking, and exactly the kind of emotional devastation fans lived for.
And with the success came the second storm: marketing season.
For the next month, EON was everywhere. Talk shows. Radio guestings. Game programs. "Behind the Scenes" specials. Even cooking segments—because apparently every network wanted a slice of the world's most popular boy band.
The five members attended every event together, but Cassian and Clara inevitably drew the brightest spotlight. They were the faces of the visual album—the romantic leads everyone adored, dissected, and debated endlessly online.
The others—Jace, Theo, Luca, and Noah—watched with amusement, equal parts proud and entertained by Cassian's sudden status as the nation's new leading man.
Talk Show Interview
The host grinned mischievously, cue cards ready. "EON, welcome back! Now—Cassian, Clara—tell us the truth. Was it really just acting? That chemistry looked too real."
Cassian blinked innocently. "Of course! It's all totally just acting." Then he turned to the camera and winked.
The audience erupted with laughter as Clara turned scarlet, hiding behind her hands. "I—uh—yeah! Just acting!" she stammered, which only made the crowd scream louder.
Theo leaned toward the mic with a smirk. "Acting, sure. Says the guy who kept missing his mark just to redo the close-up scene."
Cassian shot him a look and said smoothly, "It's called method acting, Theo. I was exploring all my emotional angles—and hers."
Luca groaned dramatically. "At this point, we're basically extras in their romance movie."
"Excuse me," Jace piped up, waving. "I choreographed that rooftop kiss scene, thank you very much. I deserve partial credit for the sparks."
Cassian raised a brow. "You mean the take you ruined by tripping over the light stand?"
Jace gasped. "That was method movement! Besides, the broken lighting made it cinematic!"
Noah, quiet at the end of the couch, let out a soft laugh, shaking his head.
The host turned back to the pair. "But seriously—the rain scene. Those eyes, that tension—it didn't look like acting."
Clara's voice faltered as she laughed nervously. "Ah, well, you know—it was the director's vision! Everyone just worked hard to make it look romantic."
Cassian added smoothly, "Clara was very enchanting that day, so my blushing was one hundred percent real."
The audience screamed. Clara elbowed him, cheeks blazing. "Stop teasing, you menace!"
Cassian grinned. "She means charming."
Jace threw up his hands. "Someone cut his mic before he proposes on air!"
The studio roared with laughter.
Game Show Appearance
EON and Clara joined a popular variety show known for absurd missions and chaos. In one segment, they were blindfolded inside a maze, tasked with finding their "partner" by voice alone.
"Cassian, call her name!" the host shouted.
"Clara!" Cassian called confidently—while facing the wrong direction.
Clara's laughter echoed. "I'm right here!"
"Over here, baby!" Jace yelled from across the maze, voice dripping with mischief.
Theo tripped over the maze wall from laughing too hard, while Luca deadpanned, "Remind me why we agreed to this again?"
It was all hilarious nonsense—until Clara stumbled. Cassian instinctively reached out and caught her in a cinematic swoop, one arm steady around her waist.
The audience gasped.
Noah muttered from the sidelines, "Well, that's another trending moment."
"Camera two! Get a close-up!" the director screamed.
The internet exploded within the hour.
Social Media Chaos
Clips flooded every feed. #CassClaraChallenge trended worldwide. Even EON's own members joined in, teasing mercilessly.
Jace tweeted:
"Cassian says he's auditioning for romance dramas next. But only if his female lead is still Clara."
Theo replied:
"Taking bets on how soon the public proposal happens."
Luca added:
"We've officially adopted Clara. Rebranding to EON+1."
Noah reposted a clip of Cassian missing a dance step with the caption:
"The power of love makes you lose rhythm."
It went viral instantly.
But fame, as always, demanded its price.
Rumors started spinning faster than the group could sing their next line. Headlines screamed across every tabloid:
"Clara Using EON's Popularity?"
"Cassian Losing Focus Due to Romance?"
"EON Tensions Rise Over On-Set Relationship?"
It was ridiculous—but the public devoured it.
Management's directive came swiftly:
"Tone it down. No flirtation. Keep things strictly professional—for now."
And just like that, the warmth vanished.
Their interviews grew stiff. Clara sat a little farther away. Cassian smiled but didn't meet her eyes. Fans noticed immediately.
"Did they fight?"
"Did the label intervene?"
"Are they breaking up before they even started?"
The tension became so thick it practically was a new episode in their saga.
Backstage, the boys were merciless.
"I miss when they couldn't go ten minutes without staring at each other," Jace complained.
Theo sipped his coffee. "Now Cassian just broods in corners like a heartbroken drama lead."
"Maybe it's character research," Luca added dryly.
Noah just said quietly, "Give it time. He's not the type to let go easily."
The studio lot was nearly empty when Cassian found her. The crew had packed up, and the faint hum of the generator was the only sound left. Clara stood by the back exit, her phone glowing faintly in her hand, the light catching her hair like liquid gold.
Cassian glanced around—left, right—before walking over with a frustrated sigh. "This is ridiculous," he muttered. "Sneaking around like fugitives just to talk."
Clara startled, then smiled softly. "Cassian."
He ran a hand through his hair, his voice low. "Management's losing it. We talk and it's suddenly an international incident."
Her smile was small, wistful. "I'm used to it. It's just… bigger this time. EON's global now. Every move becomes a headline."
Cassian exhaled sharply. "Yeah, well—if being global means I can't talk to someone I care about, maybe fame's overrated."
Her eyes widened, her breath catching. "Cassian…"
He shrugged, trying to sound casual but failing. "I'm just saying."
She laughed softly, shaking her head. "You always make everything sound dramatic."
"Occupational hazard," he said with a faint grin.
Her expression softened. "Still… I think it's worth it. Meeting you, working with you. Even if it turned out like this."
She hesitated, then reached for his hands. "Those videos we made—they were special to me. You were special to me."
For a moment, he couldn't speak. Under the dim lamp, she looked almost unreal—ethereal in her quiet sincerity.
"Clara…" he whispered.
She smiled sadly and bowed her head. "Thank you, Cassian. For everything."
Before he could respond, she turned and walked away, her silhouette fading down the empty hallway.
Cassian stood there long after she was gone, her words echoing in his mind and his hands still tingling from her touch. And just like that, the ache turned into resolve.
He wasn't letting this end in silence.
Their next public appearance was a late-night talk show. The studio glowed with anticipation—five EON members in sleek black suits, Clara luminous in white.
When the host inevitably asked about the rumors, the room went still.
Cassian smiled calmly. "Rumors are part of the job," he said. "But sometimes people forget—we're human too. And being human means sometimes you meet someone who makes you want to sing better."
Theo froze mid-sip of water.
Jace's earpiece fell out.
Luca muttered, "Oh, no, he didn't."
Clara sat frozen, eyes wide.
And Noah—expression unreadable—tilted his head slightly, the ghost of a smile on his lips.
The host gawked. "Cassian, are you saying what we think you're saying?"
Cassian grinned. "Let's just say… not everything on screen was acting."
The studio exploded.
Jace jumped up yelling, "HE'S CONFESSING ON LIVE TV!"
The audience screamed. The internet imploded. Hashtags shattered records within minutes.
That night, Clara stood outside her apartment, still dazed, when Cassian appeared—hood pulled low, cap hiding his face.
"You're insane," she said as soon as she saw him. "Do you know what you just did?"
He smiled, boyish and calm. "What do you think I did?"
"You declared war on the internet!"
He shrugged. "Then let them fight. I just didn't want to pretend anymore."
Her voice softened. "What do you mean?"
"I mean I like you, Clara. Not as a co-star or for the cameras—for you."
Her breath caught. "Cassian…"
He waited, quiet and patient under the glow of the streetlight.
Finally, she smiled—genuine and trembling. "I like you too."
From somewhere down the street, Theo's voice rang out: "FINALLY!"
Clara burst into laughter as Cassian groaned. "We're never living this down."
"Nope," she said, still laughing. "You started the K-drama—now you're stuck with it."
He pulled her close with a grin. "Gladly."
And under the soft hum of the city, their laughter blended into something brighter—real, unpolished, and entirely theirs.