White light
That's all I saw.
No pain. No darkness.
Is this what afterlife looks like well probably not cause I still feel so much alive.
Where am I?
All I can see is fog. I can't even see a single soul.
Then suddenly Serena hears a loud sound. Music.
Cue 1,2,3
People shouting. Chanting
SERA WE LOVE YOU... .. ...
Who is SERA?
Then suddenly in an instant, the fog was gone, leaving the world clear again.
"What the Actual Fu...."
Her inner voices yelled at her.
She was on the stage.
In Spotlight.
Where fans screaming like there life depends on it.
"Why am I here"
"Is this afterlife "
"Am I dead"
"Is this heaven or the freaking hell"
But waitttttt, why does it looks like I am on a freaking STAGE.
IN A CONCERT.
She started to question everything and even her eyes.
QUEENZ WE LOVE YOU
Fans shouted. Then she looked around and saw Thousands of people screaming, waving lightsticks like they were trying to summon the Avengers
Looks like a freaking cult to me.
One second she was Serena... the next, she was drowning in lights and now found herself as a member of a girl group.
QUEENZ
The other four Queenz members stood under the stage lights, glittering like royalty."
QUEENZ - SERA FOREVER!
...Sera?
Can someone please tell me "WHO THE HELL IS SERA"
She blinked. Her face. Her picture. On a fan board screaming Sera, marry me. And that's when it hit-she wasn't Serena anymore. She was Sera."
"Wait-I'm Sera? Since when?!"
I looked down.
No jeans. No Ryu hoodie.
Instead, a sparkly black-and-red outfit clung to me like it was custom-made for my hot new alter ego.
My makeup? Flawless.
My nails? Glossy.
And in my hand-
...A microphone.
"What a freaking Hell"
BOOM. Music exploded through the speakers before I could finish my sentence.
And then-my body betrayed me.
Is this what people call "Muscle Memory "
One second I'm Serena, clueless and terrified.
The next? I'm smiling like a damn superstar, spinning, singing, and hitting moves like my life depends on it.
Which... maybe it does?
Because the way my body just knew this choreography? Yeah, that's not normal.
Everything seems so unreal and real at the same damm time.
Inside her head?
Panic.
Outside?
Professional superstar.
The crowd was losing their minds.
Screaming my-no, Sera's-name.
My giant face flashed on the LED screen like I'd been doing this for years.
Meanwhile, inside my head:
WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING??
The final note hit. Song ended.
I barely had a second to breathe before someone grabbed my wrist.
It was Dani
QueenZ's scary-hot rapper with hair the color of fresh blood and an attitude that could kill a man.
"The beat dropped, and we hit the step-together."
The crowd screamed louder, feeding my fake confidence.
I hit every step like I'd been training my whole life.
Song ended.
Confetti rained down.
Ending Fairy.
People were chanting Sera's name like I was the second coming of Beyoncé.
Before I could even breathe, staff dragged us offstage into the chaos of backstage.
Everyone was yelling in Korean, rushing past with clipboards, headsets, trays of water bottles.
I grabbed one bottle.
And then-
I stopped.
The Kings.
They were right there in front of me.
In full stage outfits.
Looking like every bad decision I would gladly make twice.
My gaze locked on him.
Ryu.
Jet-black hair messy from dancing.
Leather jacket hanging off one shoulder.
His tattoos shimmered in the glow of his sweat.
He exactly looks like he'd been carved by the gods and lightly misted for drama.
He looked up-
Our eyes met-
And I forgot how to exist.
It was like my soul froze, my lungs froze, my legs froze...
Basically my entire body said: Nope. We're done.
The world slowed down.
Lights blurred.
Sound disappeared.
And then... my grip on my water bottle slipped.
It fell.
Bounced.
Rolled...
Straight to his feet.
Oh. My. God.
This was it.
The moment.
The fated meet-cute.
The rom-com turning point where the male lead picks up my bottle and our hands touch and then-boom-we're in love forever.
He bent down. Picked it up. Looked at me.
Our eyes met.
Fireworks. Slow-motion cherry blossoms. Wedding bells.
(Okay, maybe just in my head, but still.)
Oh. My. God.
The universe officially hates me.
But... also maybe loves me?? Because now my bottle was in his hands.
HIS hands.
I swear my knees gave out a little.
He picked it up slowly, straightened, and looked at me - calm, unreadable, and somehow already judging me
Like I'd just ruined his entire week by just existing.
"Kim Sera."
My throat tightened. It was an accident-"
"So is you're career"
Excuse me.... Sir?
He stepped closer.
Each step felt calculated...
Like he wasn't walking - he was stalking a prey.
Slow. Confident. Dangerous.
The kind of slow that says: I'm about to ruin your day and look hot doing it.
My chest tightened. My brain screamed run.
But my stupid delulu heart whispered: No... stay. Maybe he'll pull you closer and kiss you.
His eyes sparked with something - knowing, mocking.
Like he could read every delulu thought in my head... and was enjoying it.
He stopped close. Too close.
The heat between us was thick enough to choke on.
He stopped so close I could smell his cologne.
Warm. Expensive. Illegal. God kill me once again.
He held the bottle between two fingers like it disgusted him.
"In every lifetime... you'd still find a way to end up under my feet."
Okay.
Insult? Yes.
Did it sound like a marriage proposal in my head? Also yes.
He slipped the bottle into my hand.
Fingers brushing mine.
Just enough to set my pulse on fire.
Then he leaned in, his lips almost brushing my ear.
Fireworks. Explosions. Full K-drama OST playing in my brain like we were already in episode 16."
"Careful, sweetheart... people might start thinking you like being there."
His voice? Straight up devil's work... and I'd still pray for more."
And then he walked away.
Nooooo gajima
Sir, turn around and emotionally assassinate me again - I'm into it now.
No glance back.
Every step he took away from me felt like a crime.
Sir, come back here and insult me again - I liked it.
Just the echo of his perfect arrogance and the sound of my heart beating way too fast.
God help me...
I think I do.
I think I like being verbally slapped by him.
Actually... I'm already imagining us slow dancing at our wedding while he whispers fresh insults in my ear.
Then suddenly, someone called
'Sera! Wait for me!' It had never felt like my name before... but now beginning to feel like it's mine...
To be Continued.....