The rain didn't stop until dawn.
By then, both of them were soaked through, their clothes clinging to their skin, but neither moved from that rooftop. The storm felt cleansing — like the sky was doing all the crying they didn't know how to.
When the first light broke over the city, Rian finally spoke.
"Go inside," he murmured, voice raw. "You'll catch a cold."
Lian smiled faintly. "You sound like a manager."
"I sound like someone who doesn't want you sick before you've debuted."
Lian turned toward him, rain still dripping from his hair. "You really think I'll still debut?"
Rian hesitated. Then, softly, "You have to."
Lian wanted to believe that. But the look in Rian's eyes said otherwise — said that maybe the world they'd built on that rooftop couldn't survive daylight.
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The next morning, everything shattered.
The gossip didn't die down like the company had hoped.
