My eyes are fixed on the tiny, colorful universe in front of me. My fingers move carefully, deliberately, choosing beads.
There are so many—glittering ones, matte ones, shaped like stars and hearts. It's surprisingly absorbing.
I sneak a glance at Moon.
He's hunched over his own string, his brow furrowed in fierce concentration.
He looks… completely different.
The arrogant, untouchable superstar is gone. In his place is a man—no, a boy—tackling a frustratingly difficult task. He's fumbling with the tiny beads, his large, elegant hands looking clumsy and out of place.
His blue eyes are laser-focused, his expression a mix of intense effort and quiet frustration.
The effect is only heightened by the black face mask covering the lower half of his face, making his focused eyes seem even larger, more serious.
The usual aura of intimidating, pristine perfection is softened, replaced by something almost… human.
