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You've been to the top where everyone dreams of being, but was it worth it? Frequent comebacks, virality, and popularity—all of this gave you the strength to move on, even when it seemed like you had no more strength left. You and Wooyoung were together, and although such pairings are usually frowned upon, you conquered all the charts. Major labels tried to copy you, tried to humiliate you, and show you that you belonged in a lesser place, in satire.

Woo-yeon always laughed and said: "They can't put on a single show properly. They can't compare to us." You laughed, keeping up his spirits. Today was a comeback, the concept of which was harsh—condemning those who compare you based on the size of the show and the number of views.

The stadium was paralyzed, the screams exceeded the decibels, crowds of fans tore through the hall. Wooyoung laughed... Time to blow up the stage.

After all the commotion, late that evening, rumors and gossip began to circulate. Critics, moralists, and cowards pretending to be brave crumbled like ashes. You went into Wooyoung's room to discuss it. He was lying on the bed, smiling, and you carefully moved closer to him, saying,

• Wooyoung... This time there's a lot of praise, and the shippers have appeared again... But the hate has disappeared like the wind.

He put the phone away, carefully raised himself up on his elbows, barely holding back his laughter, and put his finger to your lips, saying: — I really enjoy laudatory articles, especially about us. But it's a secret, shh.