“To those who believe love never truly ends — it simply waits… hidden among the stars, waiting for the right moment to begin again.”

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My thoughts💭:

This is my first story. But I've been studying how others write the story. How and why they have so many readers. Ofcourse it's because of their talent of keeping the excitement in their readers. Writing something which is totally unexpected. And I respect who ever dared to start writing cause it takes so much time. To think, to study. How the character will be, what will he do. Everything. I tried twice. And again delete it. cause I lack confidence. But finally I've decided to write. Even if I don't get much readers. It's just for my satisfaction.

‼️Important:

So, this is the story of Jhope and Yuna(my fl). This is going to be a fantasy story. And will continue in modern world. ok it's not convenient for some cause this is the rare gener. But I will also write Taekook, Yoonmin and Namjin. But it will take some time. I'll go with story. And do tell me if you want the story of Jenlisa and Chaesoo. I don't read much gl but I'll if you want this ship.

And this is the season 1. Of the upcoming series.

Ships which will be sailed ㅋㅋㅋ:

Jhope x Yuna

Taekook

Yoonmin

Namjin

Jenlisa

Chaesoo

The character or person mentioned in the story has no relation with any of things mentioned. It is clearly my imagination. If any character you don't like from My story it doesn't mean they'll be like that in real life. It is totally my imagination. So don't spread hate of any specific character. I only used their names and face other things like their characteristics is completely mine. And I don't want anyone to disrespect my character.

And lastly I'll update parts of this story within 2-3 days. Or maybe I'll update more than one. If I'll get good response from you guys.😚

And do tell me when you like the story. It will really help me. To think that I'm on right track that you're enjoying my book.

This is just introduction of my story. And my pen name is Ciara. I saw it on Pinterest and I liked it. And I'll call you'll Starling!!! How is it? Do tell me.

I talked too much right!? Ok bye. Read next chapter....

Darkness spread around the Earth.

The only source of light was the silver-yellow glow of the Moon, hanging quietly in the frozen sky. Surrounded by little dusky stars.

Winter had wrapped its arms around the Earth, and last night's snowfall lay like a soft, endless white duvet.

It was early morning but the has yet to be seen. Due to the clouds.

The ground drowned in the cold stillness of night... yet faint chirps of early birds echoed - desperate parents searching for food for their babies.

A cold, fresh breeze whispered through the dense forest, weaving between small shrubs, as if kissing them softly.

It danced around towering trees, curling like invisible ribbons of mist.

Finally, the breeze drifted towards a small, hidden place - where houses quietly stood.

About 10 to 15 of them, huddled together... beautiful enough to seem unreal. Magical.

The walls and rooftops of the houses were painted black, but the fresh snow had coated their roofs in pure white.

Small lamps flickered gently inside every house and along the empty road, casting soft golden glows against the snow.

As we move further, a large house - no, a mansion - rises into a view.

Three times the size of the other homes, with a grand door at its entrance, wrapped in silver plating and carved with intricate floral designs with some gems.

The mansion stood proud, yet... tonight, an unusual silence blanketed the entire place.

Not just the mansion - the whole hidden village.

It wasn't the silence of a winter night... it was different.

Heavy. Unknown. Unspoken.

As if the air itself was holding its breath.

This place, known only as Lunaria, lay hidden deep within the forest - far from human eyes.

Or rather... to hide from them.

But if you look closer... the reason for the heavy silence reveals itself.

Inside the mansion's grand prayer room, everything glowed in ethereal white.

The walls, tall and flawless.

Huge, door-sized windows were veiled by flowing white curtains that swayed gently in the cold breeze, whispering secrets to the night.

Unlike the rustic village outside, the architecture of this room was almost celestial - delicate, ancient, divine.

At the center stood a towering statue of the Moon Goddess.

Carved from silver and marble, so lifelike that it felt as though the Goddess herself was watching, listening.

Those who entered couldn't help but kneel, hearts heavy with reverence.

In her presence, every burden melted... every worry drifted away... replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace and compassion.

Before the Goddess, seated on a wooden white bench, was a handsome man - mid-thirties, sharp yet gentle features.

Clinging to him was a beautiful woman, her face buried in his embrace, tears staining his clothes as she wept.

His voice was low and comforting, soft words and gentle hands trying to soothe her broken heart.

Watching them quietly, hearts shattered yet faces calm, stood the people of the Lunaria village - the Witches.

Their eyes glistened with unshed tears as they prayed to the Moon Goddess... for their Master.

Their Saviour.

The man seated before them... he wasn't just anyone.

He was their light, their protector, the warmth in long winters, the mischief in dull days.

The one who shared food with them, laughed with them, teased them, played silly pranks - their beloved J-Hope, real name Jung Hoseok.

The atmosphere was dull. And why not? Their favourite person was leaving them. Going to be an Angle. After 500yrs of his hardwork. Saving lives of people and changing their lives with thoughts and not magic. Showing them right track towards God.

And it resulted him to finally be able to became the disciple of Moon Goddess. He will meet to her - where is soul truly belongs. No physical form only spirit. Only purpose. From now on he become her disciple, her hands among the stars - managing not just this small world…but the entire universe. Ofcourse reaching her side isn't immediate. There are trails. Steps.

"Shh... don't cry, Love."

Hoseok whispered, gently patting Yuna's back, his hand moving in slow circles, trying to soothe her.

His heart clenched painfully at the sight of her tears - he couldn't bear to see her like this.

But they were both helpless.

Fate was cruel, and they both knew it.

"Can't you... stay?"

She whispered, her voice trembling as she looked up at him with glossy, tear-filled eyes.

Her lips pouted, and the strength she usually carried crumbled when it came to him.

She was strong - everyone said so - but around him, she was fragile.

And she hated it.

She didn't want to be apart from him again.

But fate... fate always seemed to pull them apart.

"I'm sorry, my love,"

He murmured, brushing his thumb across her damp cheek, wiping away her tears.

Her skin was soft beneath his touch, flushed not from the cold, but from crying too much.

Her nose was red, her eyes swollen - yet she was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"But don't worry... I'll be there whenever you miss me. Just call my name."

His voice was soft, almost a whisper, filled with promises he wished he could keep.

"Then you have to stay with me all the time..."

She sniffled, her voice barely audible as she buried herself into his embrace again.

Her arms tightened around him like she feared he'd vanish the second she let go - and maybe, deep down, she did.

She didn't want him to leave.

Not again.

"You remember the first time we met? In this life of yours..."

Hoseok chuckled softly, the sound warm and nostalgic.

"You hugged me so tightly, I actually fell down."

"Don't laugh now..."

She muttered, cheeks flushing at the memory, but a small, shy smile tugged at her lips.

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...End of Chapter...

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...💖🪽🌌🌙💫🌸🤍🔮✨🌿...

...That's all for today ...

...Bye bye, Starling 👋!!...

20 Years From Now... ✦

Jung Yuna had been an orphan since the age of six.

Her father, a soldier, lost his life in the war. Her mother followed soon after, losing a brutal battle against cancer.

With no family left, Yuna was taken to an orphanage — a place that, despite its shadows, gifted her two of the brightest lights in her life.

There, she met her best friends — Jennie and Jisoo, girls a year older than her. They too carried scars of loss — witches by blood, orphaned by tragedy.

The three of them grew up side by side, like sisters woven together by fate.

They finished high school together, their bond unshaken. As time passed, Jennie and Rosé slowly found their roots again — learning magic and ancient traditions from the remnants of their families. Becoming Witches.

But Yuna chose a different path.

She opened a quaint little book and flower shop — a hidden haven that smelled of old pages, wild blooms, and forgotten dreams.

She had always loved ancient books, especially those woven with fantasy and lost legends.

Maybe… just maybe… she was searching for herself within those stories.

But no amount of flowers or forgotten tales could fill the void she carried.

It felt like a piece of her soul had been missing for as long as she could remember. She would often drift away, lost in thought, staring at nothing for hours.

Jennie and Jisoo noticed — they always did. So, when they turned 24, they found a way to bring more warmth into their little family.

Together, the three of them adopted two little boys — Jimin, age four, and Taehyung, age three.

The boys were clever, too beautiful for their age, and wise beyond their years.

They rarely needed scolding, but their mischievous streak — especially Taehyung's — reminded everyone of Jennie's rebellious teenage years.

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By the time Yuna turned 26, and Jennie and Jisoo were 27, they decided to celebrate their birthdays together — like always they did in orphanage.

This year, they chose to visit an ancient town, hidden away and rich with forgotten stories.

Dressed in delicate hanfu, their flowing fabrics danced with the breeze as they explored like carefree teenagers.

Jimin and Taehyung, eager at first, opted for their own little adventure — a school trip that happened to fall on the same day.

The three women wandered narrow streets, laughing, clicking pictures, breathing in the crisp, ancient air.

Eventually, they arrived at a serene pond surrounded by wooden galleries, built centuries ago. The place was quiet, birds chirped faintly, and the greenery all around carried the scent of earth after rain.

They sat there for a while, the silence like a familiar song wrapping around them.

But as always, Yuna drifted into her thoughts.

Her heart had felt uneasy since yesterday.

Heavy.

Like something was about to change — irreversibly.

Jennie and Jisoo exchanged a look. Seeing Yuna like this wasn’t new, but it never failed to worry them.

She hadn’t eaten properly in a day, so they slipped away quietly to find food, leaving her lost in her world.

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Yuna stood alone by the pond, her mind fogged, her heart racing without reason.

The rustling leaves, the chirping birds — it all faded.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the stillness — gentle, cautious, careful not to startle her.

“Excuse me… Miss… why are you standing here alone?”

Startled, she turned.

A man stood behind her, dressed in ancient attire, as though he'd stepped straight out of a forgotten legend.

Tall. Handsome. Composed.

But the moment his eyes met hers, his entire facade shattered.

Tears welled in his eyes. His lips trembled. His expression twisted with raw disbelief and unspeakable emotion.

He looked at her as though she were a ghost.

Or more precisely… the one he'd been waiting for… for lifetimes.

Yuna froze. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest. Her body moved before her mind could catch up.

Something unseen pulled her toward him — stronger than reason, deeper than memory.

Her feet moved — hesitant at first — then with urgency… until she ran straight into his arms.

The man caught her easily, his arms wrapping protectively around her waist and back, holding her close like a precious, fragile bloom.

They stumbled onto the soft grass, Yuna pressed against him, her face buried in the crook of his neck.

Unknowingly, tears streamed down her cheeks.

An overwhelming sense of longing, safety, and familiarity consumed her.

The man — Hoseok — held her tighter, his face buried in her hair.

The scent…

Exactly the same as he remembered.

It made him tremble.

Five hundred years of waiting.

Five hundred years of grief, suffering, and undying hope.

All of it… dissolved the moment he held her again.

They stayed like that — tangled in each other’s warmth — as though trying to calm a storm that had raged within them for centuries.

Eventually, Yuna pulled back, her teary eyes meeting his.

Realization dawned as she noticed their intimate position, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

But when she tried to retreat, his arms tightened.

“Don’t,” he whispered, his voice raw, laced with vulnerability. “Please… don’t.”

The pain in his words shattered what little resolve she had left.

So, she stayed.

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Later, they sat by the gallery, the silence no longer heavy — but comforting.

“Umm… Yuna?” Hoseok finally broke the quiet, testing the name on his tongue — the name she had carried through lifetimes.

She tilted her head, confused. “Yeah? How do you know my name? I… didn’t tell you…”

A soft chuckle escaped him.

“Let’s just say… I know everything.”

Her frown deepened. “What do you mean? I’m so confused…”

Her lips pouted unconsciously — a small habit she’d never shaken off.

Hoseok’s eyes softened with amusement. He stood, extending his hand toward her.

“If you truly want answers…” his voice was gentle but firm, “You’ll have to come with me.”

Yuna hesitated for only a moment.

But deep down… something whispered… the questions that haunted her… the why’s that kept her awake…

They’d finally be answered.

Biting her lower lip, she placed her hand in his, never breaking eye contact.

The moment their hands touched, Hoseok’s breath hitched.

A perfect déjà vu.

The same moment.

The same expression.

Different time… different fate.

He helped her to her feet, his fingers lingering.

“Where are we going?” she asked softly.

“To where we left everything behind… where we promised to find each other again.”

His words were cryptic — heavy with meaning only he understood.

Yuna’s brows knitted in confusion, but before she could ask anything else, Hoseok began to chant softly.

The world around them shifted.

The rustling trees, the distant bird songs — everything vanished.

Tiny stars began to swirl around them. The air shimmered with unseen magic.

A brilliant white light engulfed them, forcing their eyes shut.

And then...

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...To know what happens next......

...Read the next chapter....

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...End of Chapter...

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...💖🪽🌌🌙💫🌸🤍🔮✨🌿...

...That's all for today ...

...Bye bye, Starling 👋!!...