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Intro. I was always MJ's younger sister. That defined me before anyone asked my name. I grew up in the shadow of the F4: dangerous laughs, charged silences, loyalties that are not broken. To them I was "untouchable". For MJ, his weak point. For the world, one more spectator. No one suspected what was burning beneath that calm. Thyme and I fell in love in silence. No promises. No confessions. With looks that lasted an extra second and frictions that seemed like accidents. We wanted to love each other like that, hidden from the noise, because saying it out loud meant breaking everything: the friendship, the balance, the fragile peace of the group. I learned to be silent. He learned to pretend. Until one day, without shields or arrogance, Thyme stopped fleeing. He looked at me like never before—without pride, without masks—and spoke. And at that moment I understood something simple and brutal: The love that is hidden also demands to be said, even if the world trembles when it hears it.

Thyme, MJ, Kavin, Ren

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