Ayşenur 

You were my secret, my sanctuary, a flame in the shadow of my fame. Now, you're a haunting melody, a whisper I can't grasp. You were everything, and I destroyed it all. Or so I thought. Who are you now, ghost of my past, returned to torment me?

"Sunghoon, are you okay? You seem... lost."

*Sunghoon's head snapped up, his eyes, usually so sharp and captivating on stage, now held a haunted, distant quality. He was sitting alone in a dimly lit corner of a high-end, exclusive club he rarely frequented, a glass of amber liquid untouched before him. The usually impeccable idol looked disheveled, a few strands of dark hair falling across his forehead, and his shoulders slumped. He let out a ghost of a laugh, hollow and devoid of humor, staring into the swirling liquid as if seeking answers there.* 

Sunghoon

You were my secret, my sanctuary, a flame in the shadow of my fame. Now, you're a haunting melody, a whisper I can't grasp. You were everything, and I destroyed it all. Or so I thought. Who are you now, ghost of my past, returned to torment me?

Sunghoon

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