chapter 01 "When It All Started"

Author’s POV:

It was a perfectly ordinary summer day—one of those slow, lazy days where everyone was busy with their usual routines, moving through life without a second thought.

Everyone… except her.

Mirha was sleeping like a log, wrapped tightly in her blanket, breathing so peacefully it almost bordered on snoring—deep, dramatic, and utterly unbothered by the world.

That precious sleep, however, was short-lived.

Something suddenly pressed against her face—not heavy, but enough to steal the air from her lungs. Her breathing hitched. Panic surged. With a startled gasp, she jolted upright in bed, heart racing—

Only to be greeted by the sound of uncontrollable laughter.

Her elder sister stood there, doubled over, laughing as if she’d just witnessed the funniest scene of her life.

Mirha: “What the fish…??” she snapped, eyes narrowed in pure annoyance.

Elder Sister: “What?” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. “Dreaming about going to South Korea and marrying your Chinese boys, huh?”

Mirha: “For God’s sake—Chinese??” She stared at her sister in disbelief.

Elder Sister: “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She waved it off. “By the way, Mom wants you to make tea for everyone.”

Mirha: “Of course,” she muttered with a bitter smile. “I was born for this.”

From the other room, her elder brother’s voice echoed.

Elder Brother: “Hey! Did you guys hear about that star thing?”

Mom: “Who even believes in such nonsense these days?” she replied dismissively. “Rubbish.”

Mirha paused.

Mirha: “I don’t think so…” she said softly, her eyes distant. “I want to see that star with my own eyes.”

Younger Sister: “But the news said you shouldn’t look at it. They say anyone who does might… disappear forever.”

Mirha’s lips curved into a faint, almost sad smile.

Mirha: “That’s exactly what I want.” she whispered.

The night everyone had been waiting for finally arrived.✨

Mirha sat quietly on the rooftop, fully prepared—wearing her abaya, her scarf neatly covering her head, and a niqab hiding her face.

Even she felt a little foolish for believing such rumors. Disappearing because of a star? It sounded absurd.

Still… what if?....

What if she actually disappeared?

At least she wouldn’t be caught with her hair uncovered, face bare, and worst of all—wearing her pajamas. Absolutely not.

Her mood was already ruined thanks to her mother.

Earlier that evening, her mother had insisted she quit her studies and take up a “decent” job—one that would help save money for Mirha’s marriage. She had even started looking for potential proposals.

The thought alone made Mirha’s chest feel heavy.

She never refused to work. She never wanted to burden her parents. But giving up her education? That felt like giving up herself.

Now, sitting beneath the endless sky, Mirha stared upward as thoughts of leaving everything behind swirled through her mind. The idea of disappearing—of escaping—felt strangely comforting.

And then—

Her eyes caught sight of it.

A falling star.

Brilliant. Blinding. So bright it lit the sky like daylight for a fleeting second.

Mirha: “SubhanAllah…” she whispered, awe filling her voice.

But suddenly, her head began to spin.

The world tilted.

Her vision blurred.

Before she could react, darkness consumed her—and she collapsed onto the rooftop floor with a soft thud.

Meanwhile in china❤️

No one's pov:

The night sky was unusually quiet.

Too quiet for a world that wouldn’t stop talking.

Wang Yibo stood alone near the edge of the outdoor set, the distant chatter of the crew fading into background noise. The break between shots was short, but his mind was heavier than usual—crowded with exhaustion, expectations, and thoughts he never voiced.

Lights. Cameras. Scripts. Endless schedules.

He exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck as he tilted his head upward.

The star.

That’s all everyone had been talking about right now!

A star that makes people disappear.

Yibo had scoffed at the rumor earlier. He didn’t believe in things like that. Fairytales were for comfort, not for someone living under constant pressure, deadlines, and the weight of millions of eyes watching his every move.

Still… his gaze lingered.

The star shimmered faintly at first—barely noticeable—then brighter, as if responding to the attention it was finally given.

Yibo’s lips parted slightly.

“What if…” he murmured under his breath, almost laughing at himself. “What if I just disappeared?”

No more expectations.

No more pretending to be okay.

No more cameras capturing every crack he tried so hard to hide.

Just peace.

The thought wasn’t loud.

It wasn’t dramatic.

It was simple.

And sincere.

The star suddenly blazed across the sky, brighter than anything he had ever seen. The light washed over him, warm—comforting—nothing like the fear people described on the news.

Yibo felt his chest tighten.

Not in pain.

In longing.

A strange warmth spread through him, as if someone unseen had wrapped him in an embrace. His vision blurred, and before he could call out or step back, the world around him began to fade—sounds dissolving, lights dimming, reality slipping through his fingers.

One tear escaped the corner of his eye.

He didn’t know why.

He didn’t know who he was suddenly thinking about but for once...he let the darkness consume....

Somewhere in India ....🧡

Author’s POV:

The hostel corridor was unusually silent that night.

No laughter. No chatter. Just the faint hum of ceiling fans and the distant noise of the city breathing outside.

Riya sat cross-legged on her narrow dorm bed, her books scattered around her like fallen leaves. Notes half-memorized. Deadlines half-met. Her head throbbed, and her eyes burned—not just from studying, but from holding back emotions she never allowed herself to feel.

She had no parents to scold her for staying up late.

No friends to remind her to sleep.

Only silence.

She leaned back, staring at the cracked ceiling above her, fingers clutching the edge of her blanket.

“Is this it?” she whispered into the empty room. “Just… study, survive, repeat?”

Her phone buzzed with notifications—news articles, rumors, whispers spreading like wildfire.

A mysterious star.

Do not look at it.

People say it makes you disappear.

Disappear.

The word lingered in her mind longer than it should have.

Riya slowly stood up and walked to the small dorm window. The night breeze brushed against her face as she pushed the curtains aside.

And there it was.

The star.

Hanging in the sky like it had been waiting.

Riya’s breath hitched.

She didn’t feel scared.

She felt tired.

“So…” she murmured softly, resting her forehead against the cool glass, “what does it feel like to disappear?”

No more expectations.

No more loneliness that screamed louder than crowds.

No more proving she was strong when she was breaking quietly every day.

The star suddenly shimmered—then streaked across the sky, brighter than anything she had ever seen.

Light flooded her vision.

Warmth wrapped around her chest, gentle and unfamiliar, like a promise she had never received before. Her knees weakened, and she reached out instinctively, as if someone might be there to hold her.

A tear slid down her cheek.

She didn’t know why she was crying.

She didn’t know why her heart felt full and hollow at the same time.

Faces flashed in her mind—blurred, nameless, out of reach. A feeling of connection she couldn’t understand… but didn’t want to lose.

The room faded.

The light swallowed everything.

And Riya fell backward onto her bed, the world dissolving into silence.

In South Korea..💜✨

Before the Disappearance — Jun

The set lights finally went out close to midnight.

“Good job, Jun.”

“Rest well.”

“Tomorrow’s schedule is tight.”

Voices echoed around him, familiar yet distant—like background noise he’d learned to ignore.

Jun bowed politely, smiled the way he was trained to, and walked back to his waiting room alone.

Always alone.

At teenage, his life revolved around scripts, marks on the floor, perfect angles, and flawless expressions. Every emotion was rehearsed. Every smile timed. Even exhaustion had rules.

He sat on the couch, still in costume, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

When was the last time he ate with his family?

When was the last time he slept without an alarm?

When was the last time he was just… Jun?

His phone buzzed—news notifications lighting up the screen.

A falling star spotted again tonight.

Warning issued: Do not look directly at the sky.

Rumors claim people have gone missing.

Jun let out a tired laugh.

“Disappear?” he murmured softly. “If only it were that easy.”

He stood up and walked toward the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. The boy in the mirror looked younger than he felt—dark circles under his eyes, shoulders heavy with a weight no teenager should carry.

“I just want to rest,” he whispered. “Just for a little while.”

On his way back, he passed a glass window at the end of the corridor.

And stopped.

The sky outside shimmered.

The star.

It burned brighter than the others, as if it had been waiting—for him.

Jun’s chest tightened.

“What if…” his voice trembled, barely audible, “what if I disappeared for real?”

No schedules.

No cameras.

No rules written by adults who called it discipline.

Just silence.

Just freedom.

Just… peace.

The star suddenly streaked across the sky, exploding into light.

Jun gasped.

Warmth washed over him—gentle, aching, unfamiliar. His vision blurred, and his knees weakened. His hand reached out instinctively, fingers curling around nothing.

A name slipped from his lips.

“Hyung…”

He didn’t know whose name it was.

Didn’t know why it hurt to say.

But his heart clenched like he was being torn away from someone important.

Tears slid down his cheeks as the world tilted.

A sharp pain flared in his head, and before he could call for help, darkness swallowed him whole.

His body collapsed near the bathroom door.

The light faded.

The star vanished.

Famous tiktoker from  South Korea:♥️🖤

Author’s POV:

The apartment was loud.

Not with people—but with noise.

Videos replayed endlessly on Dae’s phone:

comments flooding in, laughing emojis, clipped audio of his own voice echoing back at him. Millions of views. Millions of strangers laughing.

Yet the room itself felt hollow.

Dae lay sprawled across the couch, one arm draped over his eyes, the glow of the screen painting shadows across the ceiling. Another upload had gone viral. Another night spent pretending happiness was effortless.

“Comedy king.”

“So funny.”

“You make my day.”

He smiled faintly at the screen—out of habit, not joy.

When the phone finally slipped from his hand, silence rushed in like an unwelcome guest.

That’s when the heaviness returned.

The kind no joke could fix.

Dae turned onto his side, staring at the dark wall.

“So many people watching,” he muttered softly, voice cracking, “but not one place that feels like home.”

No one to call when the camera turned off.

No shoulder to lean on when the laughter faded.

Just an empty room… and an even emptier heart.

His phone buzzed again.

A falling star visible tonight.

Netizens warned: Do not look.

Rumors of disappearance continue.

Dae scoffed quietly.

“Disappear, huh?” he whispered. “Would anyone even notice… if I did?”

He pushed himself up and walked to the window, pulling the curtains aside. Cold air seeped in through the glass.

And there it was.

The star.

Hanging low in the sky—bright, almost unreal.

Dae felt something tighten in his chest.

Not fear.

Relief.

“What if,” he said softly, resting his forehead against the window, “I didn’t have to be funny anymore?”

No cameras.

No expectations.

No pressure to turn pain into punchlines.

Just… rest.

The star suddenly moved—tearing across the sky in a blaze of light.

Dae’s breath caught.

Laughter filled the air.

Not from the street.

Not from his phone.

But inside his head.

Different voices. Different people. Laughing together—warm, familiar, comforting.

Faces flashed before his eyes—blurred, undefined, yet deeply known. A feeling surged through him, so strong it made his knees weak.

I know them…

I’ve known them for so long…

Tears welled up before he understood why.

The light grew brighter.

The laughter louder.

And then—

Silence.

Dae’s vision darkened as his body slumped back onto the couch, consciousness slipping away like sand through his fingers.

The star vanished from the sky.so did dae was!!!..

From Thailand ✨❤️

Author’s POV:

The rooftop was cold.

Wind brushed past NuNew’s face, tugging at his hair as the city lights shimmered far below. The noise of Bangkok felt distant up here—muted, almost unreal.

“What do you mean I have to do it?” NuNew snapped, his voice sharper than he intended.

Zee stood a few steps away, jaw clenched, hands shoved into his pockets. “It’s already decided,” he replied, trying to stay calm. “We can talk it through—”

“No,” NuNew cut in. “You don’t get it.”

He turned away, gripping the railing tightly. Cameras, scripts, expectations—everyone wanted something from him. A role. A smile. A version of him that was ready for things he wasn’t prepared to face yet.

Not this drama.

“I didn’t say yes,” NuNew whispered, more to himself than to Zee. “I’m not ready.”

The words came out shaky.

Behind him, Zee sighed softly. “I never wanted to force you.”

That only made it worse.

NuNew laughed bitterly, blinking fast. “Funny how forced still feels the same.”

Silence stretched between them.

NuNew lifted his head—and froze.

The sky.

A brilliant streak of light cut across the darkness.

Then he saw it....The star.

The one everyone had been talking about.

The disappearing star.

His breath hitched.

For a moment, the anger drained out of him, replaced by exhaustion so deep it made his chest ache.

“What if…” he murmured, eyes locked onto the glowing trail, “what if I just disappeared?”

No contracts.

No pressure.

No roles he wasn’t ready to live.

Just quiet.

Just space to breathe.

The star suddenly flared brighter, bathing the rooftop in warm light. NuNew staggered back a step, heart pounding—not in fear, but in something dangerously close to relief.

Warmth wrapped around him.

Gentle.

Comforting.

Too real.

His vision blurred, and tears slid down his cheeks before he realized he was crying.

Faces flashed in his mind—blurred, nameless, familiar. Laughter. Voices. A feeling of belonging he couldn’t place… but desperately didn’t want to lose.

“N-No—” he whispered, his knees buckling.

A sharp pain exploded in his head.

The world tilted.

The last thing NuNew felt was someone grabbing him, calling his name—before darkness swallowed everything whole.

The light vanished.

The star was gone.

Somewhere else... In Thailand 🖤

Author’s POV:

The café was crowded.

Too crowded.

Laughter burst from every corner, cups clinked against saucers, conversations overlapped—yet none of it reached Coo. He sat at the table, elbows resting near his untouched coffee, eyes fixed on nothing in particular.

Another long day.

Another schedule packed with expectations.

Actor.

Public figure.

BL lead.

Labels pressed down on his chest until breathing felt like work.

“You’ll be judged.”

“People will hate.”

“Are you ready for this image?”

He wasn’t sure if he was.

Coo leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. The fear wasn’t loud—but it was constant. Fear of messing up. Fear of disappointing people. Fear of becoming someone the world could tear apart with opinions.

“I just want peace,” he whispered, so quietly that even he barely heard it.

His phone lit up on the table—news notifications sliding across the screen.

A mysterious falling star spotted again tonight.

Experts advise people not to look at the sky.

Disappearances still unconfirmed.

Disappear.

The word struck something deep inside him.

Coo let out a hollow laugh. “Yeah,” he muttered, staring at the ceiling, “like that would ever happen.”

Still… the thought lingered.

What if he disappeared?

No cameras judging every expression.

No fear of being hated for who he played.

No pressure to be brave when he was terrified.

Just… quiet.

His eyes slowly closed.

And then—

Light.

Not blinding.

Not harsh.

Warm.

It wrapped around him gently, like a memory he couldn’t place. Sounds faded—the café, the voices, the clatter—everything dissolving into softness.

Faces flickered behind his closed eyes.

Blurred.

Laughing.

Familiar.

A group of people laughing together—carefree, real. He felt like he belonged there.

Like he had belonged there.

His heart clenched.

I was there…

I know them…

A sharp ache bloomed in his chest, followed by a wave of sadness so sudden it stole his breath.

A tear slipped past his lashes.

The warmth deepened.

The world tilted.

And just before darkness claimed him completely, a single thought echoed through his mind—

I don’t want to be afraid anymore.

Somewhere in South Korea another soul......💜✨

Author’s POV:

The room was dim, lit only by the city glow slipping through the ceiling-to-floor glass window.

Doona lay on her bed, still dressed in loose clothes from the shoot, her body aching with exhaustion that sleep never seemed to cure. The day had been long—too long—with retakes, forced smiles, and emotions borrowed from characters she no longer knew how to separate from herself.

Nightmares usually waited for her.

Familiar ones.

Faces that chased her.

Voices that screamed.

Memories that refused to loosen their grip.

But tonight felt… different.

She sat up slowly, pressing her palms against her temples, breathing in and out. Her gaze drifted to the window without thinking.

The sky was unusually clear.

And there—

A star.

Brighter than the rest.

Doona frowned slightly, curiosity tugging at her tired mind. She had heard about it, of course. Everyone had. The rumors, the warnings, the whispers about people disappearing.

She didn’t believe them.

She wasn’t wishing for anything either.

She was just… tired.

Her eyes followed the star as it shimmered faintly, then began to move.

The light softened instead of blinding her.

Warmth spread through her chest, slow and gentle, like a blanket placed over her shoulders. Doona’s breath hitched—not in fear, but surprise.

“That’s strange…” she whispered.

Images brushed past her thoughts.

Not nightmares.

People.

Laughing.

Talking over one another.

Voices overlapping—warm, playful, real.

“Your parcel is here.”

“What about me?”

“Who’s your favorite?”

A childlike laugh echoed, bright and unafraid.

Doona’s eyes widened as emotion welled up unexpectedly. Her chest felt full—so full it hurt.

“I don’t know you…” she murmured softly, tears pooling in her eyes, “but why does it feel like I do?”

The star flared gently, as if responding.

The room blurred.

The glass window, the city lights, the weight of exhaustion—all of it faded into a comforting haze. Doona swayed slightly, lying back against the bed as her eyelids grew heavy.

For the first time in a long while—

She didn’t feel alone.

Darkness wrapped around her, tender and quiet, like sleep without fear.

The star vanished from the sky.

To be continued…💕✨...

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💬 Author’s Note:

I hope you enjoy this little story 🖤

This is just the beginning. No offense is intended toward any religion—this is purely a work of imagination. The characters and visuals used are solely for storytelling purposes and have no connection to real lives.

Written with love by this dumb author 🤧🤍

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