ordinary is perfect

Ordinary is Perfect

{Wenalin's POV}

My alarm buzzed at exactly 6:00 AM.

I ignored it.

The sun leaked lazily through the white curtains of my room, casting golden streaks across the polished floors of my house yeah, it’s big. Too big for just one person, honestly. Every footstep echoed like I was in a hotel lobby, but I liked the quiet.

Morning in the province was always slow, just the way I liked it.

The faint crowing of a rooster in the distance. A motorcycle passing by on the gravel road. Birds, cicadas the usual chaos trying to sound like peace. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, hair a total mess, hoodie sliding off one shoulder as I stared at the time on my wall clock.

6:17 AM.

“...Ugh.”

I threw off the blanket and dragged myself out of bed.

First stop bathroom. I turned on the light, squinted at my reflection in the mirror, and brushed my teeth like the toothpaste had personally wronged me. Then I washed my face, pulled my hair back into a loose ponytail, and A quick shower, oversized white hoodie, ripped jeans, and black sneakers. That’s it.

No lashes. No makeup. No Perfect

I padded across the cold floor and lpicked up my phone from the side table.

I opened my food app and tapped on the only thing I ever ordered.

noodles. . Extra egg.

Then I sat by the living room window a wide, tall glass panel that gave me a perfect view of the sleepy road outside and waited. No TV. No music. Just the soft hum of the aircon and my thoughts quietly existing. in. a few minutes

The doorbell rang.

I grabbed the brown paper bag from the delivery guy, gave a lazy nod, then sat on the kitchen island with my noodles steaming hot. I slurped them slowly, not rushing anything. hit just right, and the egg was runny the way I liked it.

"It's really yummy",” I mumbled.

Once done, and slipped out the front door. The house locked with a satisfying click behind me.

I walked the same path I always did. My street was quiet, lined with trees and a few barking dogs behind gates. Nothing exciting. A kid on a bike waved at me. I wave back.

It took about twenty minutes to reach school. I passed by the corner store, the laundry shop with pink walls, and the campus gate that always creaked when pushed. The weather was already hot. My hoodie stuck slightly to my arms, but I didn’t care. I liked being covered up.

I stepped inside the classroom, and there she was.My bestie Gia Sitting at her desk humming to herself with a box of cookies open beside her. Her ponytail was messier than usual, her blazer was half-on, and her face lit up the second she saw me.

“WENALIN!” she called out, waving like a traffic officer.

I walked over with a sigh and dropped my bag on the seat beside her.

“You missed school yesterday, again. I had to suffer math alone. Do you hate me?” she said, dramatically putting a cookie on my table like a peace offering.

“Maybe I just hate school. Or you.”

“Aww, she missed me,” Gia cooed, linking her arm with mine.

“No not really,” I answered.

She gasped and clutched her chest.

"You’re so cruel to me.”

“You deserve it. And your cookie’s stale.”I took a bite anyway.

She laughed, completely immune to my sarcasm by now. That’s what I liked about Gia. She wasn’t annoying. She was... persistent. Warm. The type of girl who’d force feed you halo-halo in winter season and still nag you for not drinking water.

“Anyway!Guess what I watched last night?!”

I shrugged. “Your neighbor’s cat fighting ghosts again?”

“No, dummy! The LUMEN7 concert!”

I knew where this was going.

“So, listen. You know the concert I was freaking out about? THE concert?”

I nodded lazily, looking out the window.

“LUMEN7… covered Kyuttko’s song!”

“And?” I asked, picking dirt from under my nail.

“Wen, I’m not kidding—IT WAS SO GOOD! I was screaming. My mom even hit me with the broom. But it was WORTH IT!”

“Okay. And?”

“And!!! THEY COVERED A KYUTTKO SONG!!”

“Yes! ‘Heartbeat symphony !’ Girl. Rizen sang really good!. It was heavenly. I think my soul left my body and asked for an encore.”

“Sounds like a religious experience.”

“It WAS. And the lights! And the way they bowed after... Wen, I think Kyuttko herself would’ve cried if she saw it.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

Gia nodded, full of passion. “YES. Kyuttko’s songs are so precious. She’s the reason I survived math class last year. And the way she disappears and appears randomly?? UGH. Icon.”

I smirked. “You stan a ghost.”

“A stylish ghost who sings like a goddess,” Gia shot back

I laughed quietly. She didn’t notice.

“She’s weird.”

“You’re weird.”

I cracked a smile.

She pouted, grabbed her cookie box, and muttered something about “soulless humans.”

I smirked.

“You still like me though.”

“Only because no one else will sit beside me.”

“Exactly.”

The teacher was late again, so the noise in the room rose like wildfire.

Gia and another girl were now watching the concert again on her phone. Rizen’s voice rang softly across the room.

"I wanna be with you"

My song. My lyrics.

Sung by someone else.

Sung for the world.

The teacher walked in. Everyone quieted down. Gia scribbled in her notebook while I leaned back, arms crossed, my mind drifting as the lesson started.

I stared outside the window, watching the trees sway, eyes dull, heart still

I wasn’t really listening. I wasn’t really trying.

Honestly, I was just… here.

And that was enough.

(Author pov)

The warm afternoon sun poured into the Astra Entertainment lounge like honey, but the peace it offered never stood a chance.

Inside, the usual chaos reigned supreme.

“STOP HOARDING THE CHIPS, RIZEN!”

“THEN STOP BREATHING ON MY NECK, MITHAN!”

The two boys rolled over the floor like hyper puppies, their fight over a nearly empty bag of shrimp chips creating an echo of giggles, yells, and one thud as they knocked over a throw pillow tower.

At the side of the couch, Ian typed calmly on his laptop like nothing was happening as he reviewed schedules with exact precision.

“Rizen,” he said without looking up, “if you break Mithan’s nose, we’ll have to cancel tomorrow’s shoot.”

“I’m the victim here!” Mithan groaned, dramatically flopping onto the carpet.

“You crushed my wrist!”

“You were trying to eat with one!”

Yazen, seated in the corner armchair, stirred his coffee slowly. “This is why we don’t have guests over,” he muttered.

Not far from them, Nayel sat cross-legged on the floor, tablet in hand, stylus moving furiously. He was sketching again — but not stage outfits this time.

“Okay, hear me out,” he said excitedly. “What if we had a summer collab with Mira-tan, and we all dressed like her ?”

“No,” Yazen said instantly.

“Yes!” Nayel beamed. “She’s an icon! A goddess! Look at her twin tails — they bounce with emotion!”

“I don’t even know who that is,” Mithan muttered.

“Exactly!” Nayel huffed. “You live in darkness.”

Meanwhile, Tayden was curled up on the rug, head resting on Sohan’s lap. Sohan scrolled through his phone with one hand while gently flicking Tayden’s forehead with the other.

“Quit squirming.”

“I’m trying to find a comfortable spot,” Tayden yawned. “Also… can you turn the volume up? I can’t hear the intro.”

A soft melody drifted from Tayden’s phone speaker. It was unmistakably her — Kyuttko’s “Heartbeat Symphony” played for what had to be the fourth time that day.

“I’ll never get tired of this song,” Tayden sighed, eyes closed. “Her voice is like… strawberry marshmallows.”

Sohan didn’t respond right away. He just closed his eyes, letting the song play. When the chorus hit, he whispered along under his breath — not too loud, just enough to feel it.

“Second verse hits better every time,” he said.

“I know, right?”

Ian glanced toward them and raised a brow. “You two are addicted.”

“I accept that,” Tayden said proudly.

“She has technique,” Sohan added. “Real depth. And no, we still don’t know who she is.”

“Her mysterious silence is poetic,” Nayel added from the floor, dramatically holding his drawing of Mira-tan. “Just like my queen Mira-tan in episode 7 when she chose her destiny over her love!”

“You really need help,” Yazen said.

Rizen flopped onto the couch next to Ian, hair a mess and face flushed from wrestling. “Can we play a game? Like something totally dumb?”

“I thought you were exhausted,” Ian replied.

“I recovered.”

“Uno?” Mithan suggested.

“YES—”

“NO,” Ian cut in. “Every time we play Uno, someone ends up crying or swearing loyalty to Satan.”

Mithan snickered. “That was one time.”

“And it was Tayden,” Yazen added, sipping his coffee.

Tayden just hummed as the next Kyuttko song began — this time, “Can You Treated Me Like a Princess.”

“Play that again,” he whispered.

Sohan, now leaning back on the couch with arms folded, looked relaxed. “It’s oddly comforting. I think she’s our official cooldown playlist now.”

Nayel immediately nodded. “Kyuttko × Mira-tan collab when?”

Yazen smacked his forehead.

Despite all the noise, chaos, and weird obsessions, there was something deeply comforting in the room. They each had their own rhythm — their own “normal.”

Ian and Rizen: opposite energies who somehow always moved in sync.

Mithan, Nayel, and Yazen: the creative triangle of drama, obsession, and restraint.

Sohan and Tayden: quiet shadows with shared headphones and hidden playlists.

They were still glowing from the concert, still feeling the after-buzz, and now... just being themselves. Loud. Soft. Annoying. Hilarious. LUMEN7.

(Wenalin Pov)

The classroom buzzed with low murmurs as the teacher scribbled some formula on the board. Something about angles, or was it velocity? Who knows. I wasn’t listening.

Gia was. Her pen scratched across the paper like she was solving the universe. I peeked at her notes.

“Why do your ‘4s’ look like upside-down hammers?” I whispered.

She stifled a laugh.

“Why are you looking my notes if you’re not even copying?”

“Because I’m judging them.”

She poked my arm with her pen. I slapped her hand away without even looking.

Outside, a few birds were hopping around the ledge. I wondered what it’s like to be one flying off the moment something gets annoying. Must be nice.

The teacher called someone to the front.

Not me, thankfully.

The bell rang, and chaos began. Chairs scraped. Laughter erupted. Food wrappers crinkled.

I stayed in my seat.

Gia leaned in again, cheeks puffed out like she was holding back squeals.

“Okay, I saved this part for break time.”

“You didn’t have to save anything.”

“Too bad. Listen. During the concert, when LUMEN7 did Kyuttko’s ‘i wanna be with you ’—you know that part where the lights dim and there’s that soft falsetto? Rizen NAILED it!I swear I got goosebumps.”

I didn’t react.

“And Nayel? He looked like a literal prince. I almost cried. Tayden was dancing like the stage was his bedroom—chaotic but beautiful!”

“So,” I said slowly, “your dream now is to marry a fictional version of seven different people..”

She laughed loudly, slapping the desk.

“You’re such a hater.”

“No. I just live in reality.”

Gia clutched her chest again in mock heartbreak.

“Okay, but tell me this. If you had to pick one—like, life-or-death scenario—who’s your favorite in LUMEN7?”

“The lighting technician.”

“WENALIN.”

I smirked and rested my chin on my hand.

She tossed a cookie at me. I caught it with my mouth.And then we walk

I didn’t pack lunch. I never do.

Instead, I ordered again the same app, same order: noodles with egg. I ate in the corner of the campus garden while Gia ate her packed rice meal beside me. We didn’t say much. I liked that.

Until, of course, she opened her mouth again.

“Do you think Kyuttko’s going to come back?”

I froze slightly.

Just a flicker.

“Why would I care?” I muttered, stirring my noodles.

“Because you’re a human being?” she rolled her eyes. “She hasn’t posted anything new in like forever. And yet, her app lit up again. You saw it, right?”

“Saw it. Ignored it.”

“You're the weirdest person I know.”

“Thank you.”

“Not a compliment.”

I kept eating, eyes on my food, mind… somewhere else.

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The teacher talked about history. Something about revolutions. I half-listened, half-doodled in my notebook. Gia passed me a note.

“You wanna walk home together later?”

I wrote back.

“Do I look like someone who enjoys human company?”

She grinned. I grinned.

Of course I was walking with her.

[Dismissal]

We stepped out of the classroom together. The sun was sinking low, casting everything in warm gold. The air smelled like dust and after-school snacks. Gia skipped beside me, still rambling about her favorite idols.

I didn’t interrupt.

I just walked, quietly, my bag slung lazily over one shoulder, eyes half-lidded from boredom and heat.

Another day. Same noise. Same world.

But with Gia beside me?

I guess it wasn’t that bad.

When I got home, I threw my bag on the couch, took off my shoes, and opened my phone.AND NOTIF ON MY SHOSHO APP.

I deleted them all.

Then I flopped on the couch and stared at the ceiling.

“Another normal day.”

And honestly?

That was all I ever wanted.

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