The problem with overthinking was simple.
Once your brain caught one tiny moment…
it refused to let go.
Three days had passed since the concert.
Three.
And somehow, her mind still replayed that eye contact at the most random times possible.
While brushing her hair.
While studying.
While pretending to listen during family conversations.
It was honestly becoming annoying.
“You need psychological help,” she muttered to herself while staring at her laptop screen blankly.
Her assignment had been open for twenty minutes.
She had written exactly two lines.
Both wrong.
A sigh escaped from her lips as she leaned back against her chair tiredly.
Saloni head hurt slightly again.
Probably because she hadn’t slept properly.
Or maybe because her brain loved emotionally torturing her for no reason.
Her phone suddenly lit up beside you.
New NOVA7 notification.
She froze for half a second before opening it immediately.
A new behind-the-scenes video.
Of course.
She clicked on it quietly.
The video started with chaos instantly.
Yahon laughing dramatically.
Jiwon trying not to laugh.
Kairo running away while jinwoo complained loudly in the background.
A small smile appeared on her face automatically.
There was something comforting about watching people who genuinely cared about each other.
Especially on days when her own thoughts felt too heavy.
The video continued casually until the camera suddenly zoomed toward Kairo.
And for a second— he looked exhausted again.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Like someone trying very hard to stay okay.
Her smile disappeared slightly.
“You’re doing it again,” she whispered to herself.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Why were she noticing these things so much?
Millions of people watched these videos.
Then why did it feel like she were searching for hidden sadness in every smile he gave?
Her fingers tightened around the phone unconsciously.
Maybe because she understood that feeling too well.
The feeling of laughing loudly while your chest quietly hurt underneath.
The feeling of replying “I’m fine” automatically because explaining the truth felt exhausting.
The feeling of becoming everyone’s comfort person while silently feeling lonely yourself.
Her eyes moved away from the screen slowly.
Sometimes she hated being emotionally observant.
It made everything hurt more.
“saloni !”
Saloni mother’s voice suddenly pulled her back.
“Coming!” she replied quickly before standing up.
The kitchen smelled warm and familiar.
Her mother looked tired while preparing dinner.
Without saying anything, she quietly started helping her.
“You should focus on your studies more,” she said softly after a while.
“I do.”
“You get distracted easily.”
She stayed silent.
Because arguing required energy she didn’t have today.
Her mother sighed quietly.
“Beta, we just worry about your future.”
There it was again.
Worry.
Expectations.
Pressure.
She knew they cared.
But sometimes…
being constantly misunderstood became exhausting too.
People saw her smile and assumed she were emotionally strong enough to handle everything.
Maybe that was her fault.
She had become too good at hiding pain.
Dinner stayed quiet after that.
And later that night, while lying alone in bed, her thoughts returned toward him again.
Annoying.
Very annoying.
She stared at the ceiling blankly.
“You don’t even know I exist,” she whispered softly.
And somehow…
saying it out loud hurt more than expected.
Because the truth was embarrassing.
You liked him.
Not in the childish “he’s mine” type of way.
She simply…
cared.
And caring about someone who belonged to the entire world felt strangely lonely sometimes.
Her chest tightened slightly again.
She closed her eyes immediately.
“Stop it,” she whispered to herself.
You needed boundaries.
You couldn’t emotionally drown yourself over someone who didn’t even know your name.
That wasn’t healthy.
Right?
Her phone vibrated softly beside her again.
Another NOVA7 notification.
She groaned dramatically before covering her face with her pillow.
“This fandom is ruining my mental stability.”
But despite her complaining…
Her hand still reached for the phone again.
And somewhere far away— inside another hotel room filled with sleepless silence—
Kairo sat near the window scrolling absentmindedly through fan videos from the concert.
Most clips looked the same.
Screaming.
Lights.
Music.
Love.
Then suddenly— his thumb stopped moving.
A blurry video from the crowd appeared briefly.
And for a split second…
he noticed a familiar face standing quietly among thousands of people.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Why did he remember her?
He didn’t know.
But strangely— he clicked replay anyway.
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> *”Some connections don’t begin with conversations.
> Sometimes they begin with being noticed at the exact moment you felt invisible.”* 🌙