Episode 4

Seoul – Midnight

The lights on set were blinding, the cameras focused on every expression V made. He was filming an emotional scene — eyes brimming, a soft monologue about longing. But just as the director called “Cut!”, something strange happened.

A whisper.

Not loud. Not clear. But hauntingly familiar.

Taehyung…"

His head turned slightly. He blinked. It felt like someone had called his name from a faraway place — soft, like wind. And with it, just one word echoed in his mind…

"Rhea."

His heart skipped. He hadn’t thought of her in days — deliberately, even. His world didn’t allow space for distraction, especially the kind that could tangle with his emotions. But now, her name came out of nowhere, like a forgotten melody playing suddenly in a silent room.

He rubbed the back of his neck, shook his head slightly, and pulled himself back to the moment.

Focus. You’re at work.

This is reality.

But that night… something pulled at him.

When he returned to his room, exhausted and quiet, he opened Instagram. His heart didn’t race, but his fingers hovered longer than

 usual as he went to her profile.

Rhea ..

Private. Still the sunflower. Still untouched by fame’s spotlight.

He clicked on her message thread — there wasn’t much there. Just his single reply and her comment from before.

No new message.

“Why am I disappointed?” he wondered. “Did I expect her to message again?”

He sighed. "Maybe it's better this way."

He closed the app. But not completely.

Delhi – Same night

Rhea sat curled up on her bed, her phone open to Instagram.

She had opened his chat box.

Again.

There was nothing new.

But she was online. And somehow… she felt like he might be too.

A strange sense of pull filled her chest — as if her heart was tuned into some frequency she couldn’t explain. She stared at the screen, unsure. Should I message? But what would she say? “Hi, I dreamed of you?”

She smiled to herself. Crazy.

And just as she was about to lock her phone…

She noticed something new.

Video Call

Audio Call

Her fingers trembled slightly. These options weren’t visible before. Private accounts didn’t show them like this — especially if the other person didn’t follow you.

Her breath hitched. “Is this real… or am I overthinking everything?”

She checked again. Refreshed the app. The options were still there.

Confused. Hopeful. Terrified.

She whispered to herself…

“Is the universe trying to say something?”

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting soft golden patterns on Reha’s floor. The events of the night still clung to her — like traces of a dream that refused to fade.

She sat at her desk, fingers poised over her keyboard.

A love story that doesn’t begin with a meeting, but with a memory...

She paused.

“No,” she whispered to herself, shaking her head. This isn’t real. Just a coincidence. Just a dream… right?

She shut her journal.

She had deadlines. A manuscript to finish. Sketches for her next cover design. Her editor had already asked twice.

“Focus, Reha,” she muttered, pulling her long hair into a bun and turning off her phone deliberately — pushing the screen away like one pushes away temptation.

But no matter how much she ignored it, the pull was still there.

Like a soft hum in the background of her thoughts.

Like Taeyung’s voice echoing in silence.

Whenever she closed her eyes, the dream came back — not as an image, but a feeling.

Warm. Safe. Familiar.

She immersed herself in writing, sketching, sipping chai, watering her plants, everything she loved.

But every time her heart stilled… he was there.

Not in the form of a person. But like a song stuck in her soul.

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