@moonlitmuseee_: Thirty minutes before her first solo fan meeting, Lena was living every celebrity's nightmare. Not stage fright. Not forgetting her script. Not even a wardrobe malfunction. Her stomach. "...No, no, no. Please not now." She pressed a hand against her abdomen, glaring at the half-finished iced coffee sitting on the vanity. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted café coffee." Another cramp hit. "...Oh my God." She shot up from her chair and sprinted toward the private dressing room restroom. Locked. She knocked frantically. "Wait! Please!" The maintenance staff opened the door halfway. "Sorry, Ma'am Lena. The toilet's clogged. We just started fixing it." "..." "..." "...You're joking." "I'm really sorry." Another cramp. Lena's soul left her body. "There... there isn't another restroom?" "The public one outside." "...Outside?" "Yes." Outside. Where the fans were. Normally she'd wear a cap, mask, hoodie, anything. Today? Nothing. No time. She practically ran through the hallway with one hand on her stomach. Thankfully... The corridors were empty. Everyone was already inside the theater waiting for the show. "Thank heavens..." She rushed into the public restroom, locked herself in the last cubicle—and the coffee officially declared war. Fifteen agonizing minutes later... Lena leaned against the cubicle wall, whispering to herself. "I'm retiring." Another sigh. "I'm deleting coffee." "I'm deleting my digestive system." Just as she reached for the lock— The restroom door opened. Someone entered. Lena froze. "...Please don't come to the last cubicle..." Footsteps. Sink running. Paper towels. "...Okay... they're just washing their—" Then... A girl spoke. "...Oh my God." Silence. "...Why does it smell THAT bad?" ... ... Lena stopped breathing. The girl's voice continued. "I swear this restroom needs help." Lena covered her face. I am never showing my face again. ——— Meanwhile... Miu stared at her own hands miserably. "Great." She forgot her alcohol. As someone who practically carried sanitizer like it was oxygen... This was torture. "My hands feel dirty" She looked toward the theater. "The show's about to start..." Then looked back at her hands. "...Nope." She speed-walked to the restroom. As soon as she entered— "...Whoa." She instinctively blurted out, "Why does it smell THAT bad?" Silence. "...Oops." She slapped a hand over her mouth. "Did I just say that out loud?" She laughed awkwardly at herself. "Sorry... whoever's fighting for their life" She washed her hands. Again. And again. And again. And again. Five minutes passed. She finally sighed in relief. "Okay... acceptable." Just then... The last cubicle unlocked. The door slowly opened. Miu looked up. Lena looked at her. Miu looked back. Brain loading... Processing... Lena Schuett. The woman whose photocards she kept inside a binder. The woman whose fancams she watched before sleeping. The woman she accidentally— "..." "..." Lena wanted the earth to split open. Miu wanted her soul to evaporate. The silence was so loud that even the automatic hand dryer turned on by itself. Lena slowly walked toward the sink. Neither spoke. Miu couldn't move. Lena washed her hands. Very carefully. Still silent. Then... Without looking at Miu— "You didn't hear anything." Miu nodded so fast her neck almost snapped. "I-I didn't!" "You didn't smell anything." "I didn't." "You won't tell anyone." "I'll take it to my grave." Lena finally looked at her. "Really?" Miu raised her right hand like she was in court. "I swear on my photocard collection." "..." Lena blinked. "Your what?" "..." "Nothing." Lena couldn't help it. A tiny laugh escaped. Miu froze. She laughed. She actually laughed. Lena shook her head, still hiding her embarrassment. "This never happened." "It never happened." "I was never here." "You were never here." "We've never met." "We've never met." Lena nodded once. "...Good." She walked toward the door. Stopped. Without turning around— "Enjoy the fan meeting." The door closed. Silence. Miu slowly crouched onto the restroom floor. "...I told my celebrity crush..." "...that her poop smelled bad." She covered her face. "This is embarrassing." Continuation ⬇️

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Part 5️⃣ (Final Part) Miu smiled so brightly Lena thought the entire city got a little warmer. "I've been waiting three years to hear that." Lena blinked. "Three years?" "I told you." "I've had a crush on you forever." Lena laughed. "And all it took was one clogged toilet." "Please never say that at our wedding." Lena blinked slowly. "I'll try." "No, promise." "Fine." "I promise." Two Months Later Instagram Live. Lena was answering questions while eating fruit. Then... Someone off-camera said, "You're stealing my strawberries." The viewers gone wild. WHO'S THAT? Lena smiled without looking away from the screen. "Oh no..." A hand reached into the frame and stole the bowl. The comments started moving so fast they became unreadable. WAIT— THAT'S A GIRL'S HAND. WHO'S WITH LENA?? Lena looked off-camera. "You wanna say hi?" "...No." "Coward." "They're gonna judge me." "They won't." A tiny sigh. Then... Miu slowly leaned into the frame. "Hi." Silence. Absolute silence. Then... The comments exploded. WAIT THAT'S THE FAN FROM THE FANMEETING!! I REMEMBER HER!! SHE'S THE ONE LENA KEPT SMILING AT! OH MY GOD THEY'RE DATING???? Miu immediately hid behind Lena's shoulder. "I told you." Lena laughed. "You'll survive." Then a comment appeared: HOW DID YOU TWO EVENT MEET? Lena looked at Miu. Miu looked back. Both started laughing. "Nope," they answered at the exact same time. "We're taking that story to the grave." Only the tiny bottle of sanitizer still sitting on Lena's shelf knew the truth. And every now and then, whenever Lena saw it, she'd grin and tease Miu. "You know... I really fell for the girl who told me my poop smelled bad." Miu would groan, hide her face in Lena's shoulder, and mumble. "Please. Let me have one peaceful day." Lena would just kiss the top of her head, still laughing. "I don't think our story was ever meant to be peaceful." And honestly? Neither of them would have changed a single embarrassing second of it. END.

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Part 3️⃣ Inside, below the autograph, Lena had written one extra sentence. "Thank you for keeping my secret. — L." Miu smiled so hard her cheeks hurt. Then she noticed something else tucked inside the album. A tiny sticky note. It simply read: "Next time... don't announce it to the whole restroom. 😭" Miu flopped face-first onto her bed and screamed into her pillow. "I'M NEVER RECOVERING FROM THIS." Somewhere else... Lena was lying in bed. Holding a bottle of sanitizer. Smiling like an idiot. "Miu..." She whispered the name once. Then again. "...I hope I see you again." She had no idea... She was about to become absolutely determined to find the girl who accidentally gave her the worst and somehow best first impression of her life. --- Three days after the fan meeting. Lena still had Miu's tiny bottle of sanitizer sitting on her bedside table. Her manager had finally had enough. "You've looked at that bottle more than your own awards." Lena crossed her arms. "I am not obsessed." "You asked the staff to replay the CCTV." "For security purposes." "You zoomed in on one fan." "So what?" "You made the venue staff check the registration list because all you knew was her first name." "Miu is a common name." Her manager stared. "Lena." "..." "You're crushing on the girl who heard you poop." Lena covered her face. "When you say it like that, it sounds ridiculous." "Because it is ridiculous." Of course, Lena never actually asked for Miu's personal information. That would've crossed a line. But... At the fan meeting, there had been a "Fan Memory Wall" where attendees wrote little messages on sticky notes. After the event, the organizers packed them up and sent a few photos to Lena. She scrolled through them absentmindedly... Until one note caught her eye. "Today I accidentally embarrassed myself in front of the person I've liked for three years. If you're reading this... thank you for laughing instead of getting angry." — M. Lena smiled. "Idiot." She knew exactly who had written it. A week later... Lena posted on Instagram. Just a normal photo. Caption: "Trying to quit coffee." ☕🚫 Fans laughed. Most assumed it was about being healthy. ⬇️

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Part 1 The fan meeting started exactly eight minutes later. From the audience's perspective. Lena Schuett looked flawless. She smiled. She waved. She laughed at the host's jokes. She posed for pictures. She even joked. "I had a very eventful preparation before today's fan meeting." The audience laughed. Only one person in Row E almost fainted. Miu. "...She knows." Her best friend beside her frowned. "Knows what?" "Nothing." "Why are you sweating?" "It's hot." "The aircon's at eighteen degrees." "I'm emotionally hot." Meanwhile... Lena kept scanning the audience. Not because she was nervous. Because... Where is she? The girl. The restroom girl. The one who witnessed the most humiliating fifteen minutes of her entire career. The one who swore on her photocard collection. Lena shouldn't care. She really shouldn't. So why was she looking for her? Halfway through the Q&A... The host smiled. "Let's pick someone from the audience!" Hands shot into the air. Thousands of them. Lena casually looked around. Then... Her eyes landed on... ...her. Third row from the left. Green shirt. Black jeans. Still clutching a tiny bottle of sanitizer she'd apparently bought after the restroom incident. "..." "..." The universe hated Lena. The staff handed the microphone to Miu. The moment Miu stood— Their eyes met. Both immediately looked away. The host beamed. "Hi! What's your name?" "...M-Miu." Lena almost dropped her microphone. Miu. Now she had a name. The host smiled. "What's your question for Lena?" Miu's brain completely shut down. She had prepared twelve questions. About music. Acting. Life. Dreams. Instead... "..." "..." "..." Lena stared at her. Miu stared back. "..." "..." "..." Finally— "I... uh..." Her best friend whispered, "JUST ASK SOMETHING!" "Oh!" Miu panicked. "What's... your favorite coffee?" The theater went silent. Lena slowly blinked. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. The very thing that caused— She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. "I..." She looked directly at Miu. "I think I'm taking a break from coffee." The audience laughed, assuming it was a random answer. Only Miu knew. She wanted to disappear. "Good choice," she squeaked. Lena smiled. ⬇️

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Part 4️⃣ One particular fan almost dropped her phone. Miu. "She's making fun of me." She commented anyway. "Good decision." Three minutes later... Lena liked the comment. Then replied. "I think so too." Miu froze. "SHE REPLIED." From there... It started innocently. Miu would comment. Lena would reply. Then Lena began noticing Miu's username appearing on almost every post. One day... Lena went live. Halfway through, she glanced at the comments. miumiu_25 joined. Without thinking— "Oh." She smiled. "You're here." The comment section exploded. WHO IS SHE?? WAIT LENA READ THAT USERNAME SO FAST?? DO THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?? Miu immediately left the livestream. Lena laughed so hard she had to cover the camera. A month later... Lena announced another public event. This time, when the signing line began... There she was. Miu. Holding a gift bag. Lena smiled the second she saw her. "You came." "I..." "I almost didn't." "Why?" "I was afraid I'd somehow embarrass myself again." Lena laughed. "I think we've already reached the maximum embarrassment possible." "Fair." Miu handed her the gift. "No coffee." Lena opened it. Inside was... A tumbler. With a tiny sticker. NO COFFEE BEFORE EVENTS. Lena laughed so loudly the entire staff turned to look. "I deserve that." "You kinda do." After that... They started talking more. Always in public. Always respectfully. At events. Through official fan interactions. Until one afternoon. After another fan meeting. Lena walked over to where Miu was waiting outside with the crowd. "Miu?" She looked up. "...Hi." Lena smiled nervously. "I was wondering..." "Would you like to get dinner?" Lena whispered. Miu blinked. "...As..." Lena scratched the back of her neck. "As two people who survived the worst restroom encounter ever?" Miu burst out laughing. "I'd like that." Dinner became coffee. (No coffee for Lena.) Coffee became walks. Walks became late-night conversations. Conversations became feelings neither of them could hide anymore. Exactly a year after that first embarrassing meeting... Lena asked quietly, "So..." "Can I stop calling you my fan..." "...and start calling you my girlfriend?" ⬇️

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Part 2️⃣ "A very... life-changing choice." More laughter. The host moved on. Miu buried her face in her hands. "I'm never speaking again." The fan meeting continued smoothly. Hi-touch. Photos. Games. Eventually... The autograph session. One by one, fans approached Lena. When Miu's turn came... She considered running away. Too late. The staff gently guided her forward. "Next!" Miu walked like someone heading toward her execution. She placed her album on the table. Lena looked up. Their eyes met again. "...Hi." "...Hi." Silence. The staff smiled awkwardly. "Name?" "Miu." Lena wrote slowly. Very slowly. Almost suspiciously slowly. Then she closed the album... ...but didn't hand it back. Instead— She leaned forward just enough that only Miu could hear. "Still keeping my secret?" Miu gasped. "I'll literally die before I tell anyone." Lena laughed. A real laugh this time. The staff looked confused. "What happened?" "Nothing," Lena answered immediately. Miu nodded just as quickly. "Nothing!" The staff narrowed their eyes. "Okay..." Lena finally handed the album back. "Take care." "You too." Miu walked away. Made it exactly three steps. Then— "Miu?" She turned around. Lena held up a tiny travel-sized bottle. "You forgot your sanitizer." Miu stared. "I'll buy another one." "Oh." Lena looked at the bottle in her hand. "Then..." She smiled mischievously. "Can I keep this one?" Miu blinked. "Sure?" "Thanks." The staff stared between them. Why was Lena smiling so much? Why was this fan bright red? Why was Lena keeping a random fan's sanitizer? That night... Lena got back to the hotel. Her manager noticed something immediately. "Why are you smiling at hand sanitizer?" Lena quickly hid it. "I'm not." "You've been staring at it for five minutes." "It's... a nice bottle." "It's plain transparent." "Minimalist." Her manager sighed. "You met someone." "What?" "You met someone." "No." "You've smiled more today than you have in the last three months." "..." "..." "...She called my poop smelly." Her manager blinked. "Come again?" Lena covered her face. "I don't know why I can't stop thinking about her." Meanwhile... Miu got home. Opened her signed album. ⬇️

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