moonbin

Intro "Moonlight After You" [ Inspired by "the day that i died" by woonsung Moon..WE MISS YOU] Y/N had always loved the stars. Maybe it was because they reminded her of him — Moonbin. The boy with the galaxy in his eyes, the laugh like wind chimes, and a heart so full of light it warmed every dark corner of her world. They met under ordinary circumstances. A shared coffee order at a little book café, a brief conversation about the constellations painted on the ceiling, and a smile that lingered long after they parted ways. He found her again days later, sitting alone in the same corner of the shop, sketching a moon in her journal. He took it as fate. She took it as curiosity. From that day on, they were inseparable. Moonbin had a way of making silence feel safe. Of holding her hand like he’d known her soul for lifetimes. They'd stargaze from rooftops, make up stories about the constellations, and whisper promises the stars could hear. Y/N would laugh when he said the moon watched over her because it was named after him. He always said, “Even if I’m not here one day, you’ll never be alone. Just look up.” Then came the accident. A car crash. A moment. One heartbeat, then none. The world grayed. Y/N couldn't breathe without pain. The café felt hollow. Her rooftop, barren. Her heart, shattered. But grief, strange as it is, carries echoes. Because Moonbin never really left. At first, it was dreams. Vivid, soft ones where he’d brush hair from her face and whisper, “I miss you, too.” Then little signs: her favorite song playing when she walked into a quiet room, pages in her journal turned to poems she swore she didn’t write, the faint scent of his cologne at sunrise. The moon seemed brighter on nights when she cried. And every time she whispered to the sky, the stars seemed to listen. Y/N started talking to him. Aloud. In her mind. While walking, writing, lying beneath their moon. Her friends said she was healing. But she knew it wasent healing it was him..