Dinner was instant noodles with a fried egg on top. Again. She ate it curled up on the couch, half-watching a YouTube recap of yesterday’s K-pop award show.
As the last bite disappeared, her fingers reached for the TV remote before her brain could protest. Netflix’s autoplay splash danced across the screen.
And there it was:
“Moonlight Letters: A New K-Drama Original”
The thumbnail showed a mysterious man in a bookstore under cherry blossoms, holding an envelope.
Of course, she thought, already hooked.
She hit play.
Three Hours Later
Episode 3 had just ended.
Masti sat wide-eyed, hugging a cushion to her chest, her heart a fluttering mess. The male lead’s eyes were so soulful. The female lead had that quiet strength she always admired. The umbrella scene? Poetry.
She needed to talk about this.
Without thinking, she grabbed her laptop and logged into “DramaDreamers,” the K-drama forum she’d been on since college. Her username, @MapleMochi, still had the same soft-pink avatar from 2010.
She found the thread:
“[Official] Moonlight Letters – Episode 1-3 Discussion 💌🌙”
She typed, fast and unfiltered:
OH MY GOD. The bookstore scene??? I haven’t felt this emotionally wrecked since Autumn Echoes finale.
That look he gives her before the lights flicker?? I swear I forgot to breathe.
Please tell me someone else SCREAMED when she pulled out the calligraphy brush??? 😭😭😭
Replies started pouring in.
Usernames she recognized.
People she’d never met, but knew.
Fandom friends. Lifelines.
One comment caught her eye:
@MapleMochi I KNEW you’d love this show 😭💖 welcome back!! Haven’t seen you in a while. You writing any fanfics this season?
She paused.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard.
Writing. She used to. Pages of it, tucked in digital folders and old notebooks. Entire worlds she built when the real one felt too small.
Her reply came slowly:
Not yet… but maybe.
She hit send. The words lingered on the screen.
Maybe.
It felt different from all the other maybes she’d been saying lately.
This one had a spark.
memajuve 