The plane touched down in Canada, and Namjoon felt a wave of restlessness ripple through him. He hadn't slept, hadn't eaten, his mind consumed only with the image of YN. As they moved through the airport, he turned to Anna, his tone tense yet controlled. "Where does she live here, Anna?"

Anna shot him an irritated look. "I don't know, oppa. She never told me, and it's your fault she even came back here!" Her tone was sharp, and Namjoon could feel her frustration. She was angry with him, and he couldn't blame her. He was starting to feel angry with himself.

They booked a hotel, a small suite overlooking the bustling streets of the city, and checked in without further conversation. Anna and Taejun headed to their rooms, each wrapped in their own thoughts, while Namjoon was left alone in his. He paced the room, staring at his phone and scrolling through every message, every tiny bit of contact he'd ever had with her. And for the first time in his life, Namjoon felt truly lost.

Hours passed, the city outside darkening as night fell. Unable to settle, Namjoon stepped out onto his balcony, breathing in the cool night air. The stars glittered above, the moon full and bright, casting its soft glow over the city.

He looked up at it, remembering how he'd once caught YN watching the moon from his own balcony, her eyes shimmering with wonder as she stared into the night.

He leaned on the railing, his eyes drifting as memories of her flooded his mind. He could still see her smile, bright and unguarded, as she teased him about his serious expression.

He remembered the way she'd laughed the first time he'd tried to show her something he thought was impressive-how her laughter had somehow softened his pride and made him feel a strange sense of warmth he hadn't understood at the time.

He closed his eyes, his thoughts spiraling back to that night before she left. He'd been at a party, that much he remembered. But everything after was hazy. He vaguely recalled returning home, feeling uncharacteristically drained in alcohol and collapsing into bed. And then... The memory was still so fresh, and he remembered her warmth next to him. He could feel the faint touch of her hands on him, gentle and unassuming.

He clenched his fists, frustration boiling inside him.

"What did I do?" he muttered aloud, the words slipping out in the quiet of his room. "What happened that made her leave?" His voice cracked, but he didn't care. He'd never felt this kind of emptiness, this gnawing guilt that tore at his heart.

"Did I... say something to hurt her?" he wondered aloud, his mind replaying every encounter, every word he'd ever spoken to her. He'd been harsh with her, yes. But she had always come back, always looked at him with that unwavering, adoring gaze. And now, the thought of never seeing that look again was unbearable.

"Why did I push her away?"" he thought, leaning his head against the cold metal of the railing. For the first time, he allowed himself to imagine a life without her. A life where he'd never hear her laugh, never see her eyes light up at his slightest attention, never feel her warmth next to him. He felt his heart clench, a heaviness pressing down on his chest that he'd never felt before.

Meanwhile, across the city, YN sat alone in her small apartment, her own gaze fixed on the moon. She drew her knees to her chest, the silence of her empty room pressing down on her. She was exhausted, her heart worn from crying, yet still, thoughts of him filled her mind. She'd tried to escape him, tried to put thousands of miles between them, yet here she was, still haunted by his memory.

She looked up at the moon, feeling a strange connection to it, as if it alone understood her heartbreak. "Why did it have to be him?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Why did I fall in love with someone who will never love me back?" A tear slipped down her cheek, shimmering in the moonlight.

"Was I not good enough?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Did I make a fool of myself, thinking he could ever care for someone like me?" Her hands clenched around her arms, the loneliness sinking deeper. She remembered the way he'd look at her sometimes, with a softness in his eyes that made her believe, if only for a moment, that he cared. And yet, in the end, she had been nothing to him-a fleeting distraction, easily forgotten.

Back in his hotel room, Namjoon felt a strange sense of unease, as though he could sense her sorrow even from miles away. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling helpless and frustrated. He had never believed in regrets, always moving forward without looking back. But now, with YN gone, regret was all he had.

The memory of her gentle laughter, her hopeful eyes, her soft voice-all of it echoed in his mind, haunting him. He realized, with a pang of regret, that he'd never truly seen her. He had been so consumed by his own world, his own plans, that he had never taken the time to understand her. And now, it was too late.

In her small apartment, YN's gaze drifted back to the moon. She remembered how she used to tell it all her secrets, her hopes, her dreams. And now, here she was, once again confiding in it, her heart heavy with sorrow. "Moon," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I wish... I wish things could have been different. I wish he could have loved me."

The moon shone brightly, casting its pale glow over the city, linking two souls separated by heartache and distance. Namjoon stared at it, his mind filled with memories of YN, while YN gazed back, her heart aching for a love that could never be hers.

Moon is the only connection between them even they are apart.

The night was long, and YN had cried until her tears had dried up, leaving her hollow and exhausted. In the stillness, she glanced back at her parents' photo on her nightstand, a comforting presence in her quiet room. She wiped the last traces of tears from her cheeks, her jaw clenching as she looked at the man in the memory of her phone-Namjoon.

She whispered to herself, voice cold and resolute, I'll never forgive you, Namjoon. I gave you everything, my heart, my loyalty... and you used me like I meant nothing."

She closed her eyes, trying to steady herself. She wasn't going to let him have any more of her tears. Not anymore.

The next morning, YN got ready for work, dressing carefully in a smart suit that complemented her professional demeanor, though her heart was still raw beneath. She touched up her makeup, masking the lingering traces of her sleepless night, and looked at herself in the mirror. "This is the new me", she told herself firmly.

Meanwhile, across the city, Namjoon was also preparing for his own mission. He dressed sharply, his focus singular as he made a few calls and organized a plan to find her. Despite his stubborn pride, there was something in him that wouldn't rest until he knew where she was. She had a grip on him now, one he couldn't shake, no matter how much he tried. He headed straight for the real estate office, hoping to track down any information on her, any clue to where she might be.

At the real estate office, Namjoon entered with the same authority he carried everywhere, his gaze sharp and unwavering. He approached the desk with calm confidence, though his thoughts were racing. The receptionist looked up at him, surprised by his intensity.

"I need to find someone," he said in a low voice, keeping his words deliberate. "A woman who may have recently bought or rented a house here in Canada. Her name is YN."

The receptionist looked slightly taken aback but nodded.

"I'll check our records for you, sir. May I ask your connection to the client?"

Namjoon's jaw tightened. "I'm a close friend. It's urgent."

He waited as she scanned through the files, his heart thudding uncomfortably in his chest. As he leaned over the desk, he noticed a small clock ticking away, each second a reminder of how far she had drifted from him. "YN, where are you? "he thought, gripping the edge of the counter.

At the same time, YN entered her new office, immersing herself in her work to block out the pain. Her focus was sharp, her determination fierce as she tackled the day's tasks. Her new boss, Kim Taehyung, had been welcoming and unexpectedly easy to talk to. She found herself feeling oddly at ease around him-a rare comfort she hadn't felt in a long time.

A few hours into the morning. Taehyung approached her, holding two cups of coffee, a warm smile lighting up his face. "Hey, YN," he greeted, handing her one of the cups. "A little pick-me-up. I know the work can get intense."

YN smiled back, grateful for the gesture. "Thank you, Mr. Kim."

"Please," he laughed, waving off the formality, "I told you call me Taehyung. Makes it easier to feel like a team."

They took their coffees out to the gallery, a small, quiet space with a view of the city. Taehyung leaned against the railing. taking a thoughtful sip. They fell into easy conversation, talking about the city, work, and eventually drifting toward more personal topics.

"Taehyung," YN began, glancing at him curiously, "can I ask you something? What does love mean to you?"

Taehyung paused, lowering his cup as he considered her question thoughtfully. "Love, huh?" He chuckled softly, his gaze distant. "To me, love is... complicated yet simple. It's the kind of thing that makes you feel like you're home, even if you're halfway across the world. It's peace, but it's also chaos-the sort that pushes you to be the best version of yourself. And... it's selfless. Love means caring about someone else's happiness more than your own."

He paused, his gaze turning to her. "I believe true love is rare.

It's worth waiting for, worth fighting for... and it never really leaves you, even if the person does."

YN was moved by his words, her heart softening as she listened. She had been yearning to hear something so honest and genuine.

She looked at him, surprised at how deeply he understood love. "That's... beautiful," she murmured, nodding. "I never thought of it that way."

Their conversation was interrupted by one of Taehyung's employees, who entered with a respectful nod. "Sir, our main dealer and your closest friend is in the country now. Shall we announce a party? He's here for the first time."

A smile crossed Taehyung's face, his eyes lighting up. "Yes, I know. He called me last night. I was thinking about that myself." He looked at YN, his excitement apparent. "He's incredibly special to me. You can't imagine the role he's played in my life. Honestly, he's almost like a god to me. I practically worship him every day, and now... he's here."

YN watched him, sensing his admiration for this unnamed friend, though he offered no specific details. She couldn't help but feel curious. "He sounds like someone truly exceptional," she remarked, smiling.

Taehyung nodded, his eyes reflecting a deep respect. "He is. He's one of the most important people in my life. You'll get to meet him tomorrow. Be ready, YN-I'll come to pick you up."

YN gave a small nod, appreciating the warmth and kindness Taehyung exuded. She could tell he was a man who held his connections dearly, someone who valued loyalty and trust. As she returned to her desk, she felt a strange sense of comfort, as if a part of her was finally healing.

To be continued