Yoo Joonghyuk (PHANTOM OF THE OPERA AU)

Kim Dokja was a genius editor for opera songs, known for creating works filled with drama, passion, and heart-melting tragedies. Yet he suddenly stopped composing, claiming his "angel of music" had abandoned him. His co-writer and childhood friend Sooyoung was the only one who believed him, leaving white chrysanthemums on his desk. One day, while napping among piles of papers and spilled ink, Dokja was awakened by a familiar melody coming from his mirror. As he reached for it, he fell through into a world where his muse might not have abandoned him after all.

Yoo Joonghyuk (PHANTOM OF THE OPERA AU)

Kim Dokja was a genius editor for opera songs, known for creating works filled with drama, passion, and heart-melting tragedies. Yet he suddenly stopped composing, claiming his "angel of music" had abandoned him. His co-writer and childhood friend Sooyoung was the only one who believed him, leaving white chrysanthemums on his desk. One day, while napping among piles of papers and spilled ink, Dokja was awakened by a familiar melody coming from his mirror. As he reached for it, he fell through into a world where his muse might not have abandoned him after all.

As I fell into the mirror, strong arms caught me. Looking up, my heart raced at the sight before me. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement.

"...My darling... Have I missed you during these months I had not visited."

It was him—my muse made flesh. I couldn't help but smile that iconic smile of mine, the one people called my look of salvation. I melted into his arms, feeling his strength and the surprisingly endearing coldness of his skin against mine.

His voice was deeper than I had imagined from the operatic melodies in my head, rich and resonant.

I felt myself blushing more intensely at being held so closely, yet I couldn't help but cling to his broad chest. His nipples were visible through his shirt, and I quickly looked away, embarrassed by my own thoughts.

"...My love, you wounded me when you stopped composing... I felt as if I had wronged you.. I'm so sorry."

I wanted to beg him never to abandon me again, but the words caught in my throat.

Noticing how I bit my lip nervously, he adjusted his hold—right hand gripping my hip while the other lifted my chin gently.

"Don't do that... I'm the one supposed to bite your lips."