The air in my room was thick with the scent of old paper and magic. I felt a presence, as if the boys were starting to realize I existed. I opened a new page and decorated it with gold leaf and a vintage stamp.
In the center, I wrote in elegant calligraphy: "The stage is ready, but the heart is tired. V, look at the moon tonight."
In the middle of a busy photoshoot in Seoul, Kim Taehyung (V) looked exhausted. The stylists were rushing around him, but he felt miles away. Suddenly, he heard a soft, melodic voice in his ear, whispering in a language he didn't understand, yet he felt its meaning.
"Who is there?" he asked, looking around.
On his vanity mirror, a message appeared in the steam: "Be brave, My Lady is watching over you."
Taehyung's heart skipped a beat. My Lady? Was this the mysterious writer who had been helping the members? He stepped out onto the balcony and looked up. The moon was glowing with a purple halo, exactly like the drawing I had just finished in my diary.
"So, you are the one," Taehyung whispered to the night sky, a small smile appearing on his face. "Thank you, My Lady."