**A Journey Through Time to Save a Star**

Prompt: A girl went back in time to save her favourite K-pop male singer from death

The moon hung low in the starry sky as Hana stood at the edge of the vibrant city, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. It was hard to believe that only a few hours ago, she had been an ordinary teenager, her biggest worries being homework and the latest K-pop releases. But now, she was about to embark on a journey that no one her age had ever experienced: traveling back in time to save her favorite K-pop male singer, Min Joon. Min Joon was more than just a star to Hana; he was her beacon of hope during tough times. When her father lost his job and her family struggled to make ends meet, it was Min Joon's music that pulled her through the darkness. His lyrical voice resonated deeply within her, and his kindness shone through every interview and stage appearance. She learned that he had met a tragic fate a year ago, leaving his fans shattered and her heart broken. Guided by a peculiar sense of urgency, she had stumbled upon an ancient artifact—a shimmering hourglass that promised to bend time itself. With her fingers brushing the cold glass, she whispered a wish, not fully understanding the magnitude of her decision. The air around her crackled, and in an instant, everything faded: the city lights, the noise, and even her doubt. When she opened her eyes, she found herself standing in a narrow alleyway adorned with colorful posters of Min Joon and his group, Dreamwaves. As adrenaline surged through her veins, Hana took a deep breath and pulled out her phone, glancing at the date. It was two days before the accident that took Min Joon away from the world. She had limited time to figure out how to save him. The vibrant chirps of crickets filled the air, and the faint sound of a distant melody echoed in her ears. She knew she had to act fast. Searching for inspiration, Hana recalled a radio interview in which Min Joon had shared his favorite spots around the city. One of those places was a quaint coffee shop called "Starlight Café." Legend had it that he often visited to write lyrics during night shifts, preferring to escape the chaos of idol life, if only for a moment. Armed with this knowledge, she sprinted down the street, the thrill of possibility fuelling her strides. The café was small and charming, its warm lights beckoning her inside. As she pushed the door open, a bell chimed softly. A few patrons chatted quietly, oblivious to the fact that she was on a mission to alter destiny. Searching the room, her heart nearly stopped as she spotted him, sitting alone at the corner table with his sketchbook and a cup of coffee. Min Joon looked exactly as she had imagined—his dark hair casually tousled, his deep-set eyes focused on the page before him. There was a subtle elegance to him, a vulnerability that drew her closer. But there was no time for daydreaming. Gritting her teeth, she approached him, her palms sweaty with nerves. “Excuse me,” she stammered, forcing words out in a breathless rush. “Are you Min Joon?” He looked up, surprise flashing across his face. “Yes, I am. Do we know each other?” “No, but I’m a huge fan,” she blurted out, instinctively pulling out her phone to show him a picture of them together from a concert. “And I need to talk to you. It’s really important.” He raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Important enough to interrupt my peaceful evening?” “Please, just hear me out,” she pleaded, her heart pounding. “I know this sounds crazy, but you’re in danger. Something terrible is going to happen if you don’t change your plans for this weekend.” Min Joon chuckled lightheartedly, but the sweetness in his gaze was tempered by uncertainty. “Danger? Really? You must be mistaken; it’s just another day for me.” “No!” Hana insisted, her voice trembling. “You don't understand. You can’t fall through the roof like last time. You have to be careful! Please, just... I know you have a meeting with the director. Don’t go!” His casual smile began to fade. “And if I don’t show up?” he asked, folding his arms. “I have a responsibility to my band.” Hana felt tears prick at her eyes. “Your fans care about you more than anything. We’ve been grieving. I can’t let that happen again.” He studied her for a long moment, and she could see the wheels turning in his mind. Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, I’ll think about it. You say you’re a fan—then help me brainstorm some lyrics.” The air around them shifted, and for the first time, she felt an undeniable connection; he was allowing her into his world, even if only for a moment. As they scribbled down notes for his next song, she shared snippets of her life and what his music meant to her. Amidst laughter and creativity, she nearly forgot the looming threat. But as the hours soared by, Hana suddenly remembered the time. She had less than twenty-four hours to change fate. “Min Joon,” she ventured hesitantly, “I really need you to promise me something. Please cancel tomorrow's rehearsal.” He hesitated but finally agreed, his gaze softening. “If it makes you feel better… I’ll do my best.” “Thank you,” she breathed, a wave of relief washing over her. The next day, she waited anxiously, her heart racing as the sun dipped below the horizon. The news was alive with speculation about a tragic event that would soon unfold, but this time, Hana felt a twinge of hope. They were both standing on the brink of change. As midnight approached, she took her seat in front of the hourglass, about to rush back to her own time. But before she did, she took one last moment to gaze up at the sky, whispering a quiet thanks to whatever cosmic force had given her this chance. Now, standing before the hourglass, she felt the swirling air envelop her once more. When the world around her once again faded, she found herself back at her familiar spot in the city. She rushed home, heart pounding, and turned on her phone. It was a flood of news and updates—the accident was no longer there. Hana smiled, tears of joy spilling down her cheeks. Against all odds, she had saved her favorite star, the boy who had sunk into her heart, but more importantly, she realized she had also saved a piece of herself. In that moment, she learned that heroes don’t just belong on the stage; sometimes, they’re the very ones you lift up from the shadows.