03/10/2026
❤️🎺 A LOVE SO BEAUTIFUL 🎺❤️
❤️ Episode Nineteen ❤️
🎺 Young Dreamer 🎺
The music blasted through the speakers, filling the spacious training room with a heavy beat.
A wall of mirrors stretched across one side of the room, reflecting MacDonald and the other boys as they moved through the choreography. Their sneakers struck the polished floor in perfect rhythm, squeaking whenever they changed direction.
“Five, six, seven, eight!”
MacDonald stepped forward, his body moving effortlessly with the music. Beside him, the other boys followed every move, their faces focused as they repeated the routine they had been practicing for days.
Several compact speakers were neatly mounted into the ceiling. At the front stood a sleek microphone stand, while a professional keyboard rested on a dedicated stand beside the mirrored wall. A row of neatly arranged water bottles sat on a low refreshment table, with folded towels stacked beside them, ready for the boys between rehearsals.
When the music stopped, the boys froze.
For a moment, the only sound was their heavy breathing.
MacDonald bent forward, resting his hands on his knees.
“Again.”
A collective groan rose from the boys.
“You said that was the last one,” one of them complained.
MacDonald straightened and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his towel.
“And now I'm saying it wasn't.”
The boys exchanged tired looks before reluctantly taking their positions again.
“But aren't we pushing ourselves too hard?” another boy asked.
MacDonald placed the towel back on the table.
“Max, we don't have enough time. Our tour is in a few days, and I bet you won't like it if we mess up.”
“Alright.” Max threw up his hands. “You win.”
“In your positions!”
“One—”
Ding!
The doorbell chimed.
All the boys turned toward the door.
“Who could that be?” Ferguson asked.
From the end of the line, Biden raised his hand.
“I ordered some food.”
MacDonald stared at him, his mouth falling open.
“Are you serious, dude?”
“Sorry.” Biden shrugged.
“Whatever.” MacDonald reached for a bottle of water. “I think this is where our rehearsal ends today.”
The boys exchanged relieved smiles.
Biden hurried to the door and opened it.
“Come in.”
“Good grief, Biden. You know we don't just invite anyone in—”
The bottle slipped from MacDonald's hand.
Water splashed across the floor.
The sound drew everyone's attention.
MacDonald's lips parted as he stared at the delivery girl standing in the doorway.
“Hello.”
Brielle stepped into the studio with two food bags in her hands.
Ignoring the bottle on the floor, MacDonald hurried toward her.
“May I?”
He took one of the bags from her.
“Oh, no, plea—”
Brielle's eyes met MacDonald's.
“It's you?”
The other boys fell silent, their attention shifting between the two.
“Well, yeah.”
He took the bag from her.
“I didn't expect to see you here.”
Brielle held the other bag with both hands.
He leaned closer, his voice becoming lighter.
“You know that should be my line, right?”
Brielle laughed softly.
“I told you I was an idol.”
“Oh, yes, you did.”
Her eyes softened.
“Sorry about that.”
MacDonald waved it off.
“It's nothing. By the way…”
He paused as they placed the food on the refreshment table.
“I went back to the hospital that day, but you had already been discharged.”
The boys slowly drifted toward the mirrored wall, pretending to busy themselves with their phones and water bottles while keeping an eye on the two.
Brielle lowered her gaze.
“Yeah. And thank you for that day.”
An awkward silence followed.
MacDonald rubbed the back of his neck.
“Um… I tried calling your number, but it wouldn't go through.”
Brielle's gaze dropped.
“Oh. My phone. I lost it.”
“When?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Why didn't you get another one right away? I know your family is rich enough to buy a whole phone company.”
He nudged her shoulder playfully.
Brielle's smile faded.
She looked away, swallowing the ache that suddenly tightened in her chest.
“I guess you're right.”
MacDonald's expression changed.
“I went to your house yesterday after I came across that article about you and Vihaan, but I couldn't find you.”
He swallowed.
“And here you are… working as a delivery girl.”
His voice softened.
“Is everything okay?”
Brielle stared at the floor, picking at her fingers.
“Brielle?”
He reached toward her hand.
Brielle took a small step back.
“I need to go. I have more deliveries to make.”
“But…”
She forced a smile.
“You have a nice studio, though.”
MacDonald's gaze softened as he watched her.
His eyes followed hers toward the piano.
“Do you know how to play it?”
“Well, I used to have one when I was little.”
“You can come by and play in your free time.”
Brielle spun around, her eyes brightening.
“Really?”
“Of course.”
He gave her a playful look.
“Honestly, thank you. I'll stop by some other time.”
“Bye,” she said, waving.
“Bye.”
He waved back.
Brielle turned toward the door, her eyes wandering across the room one last time—the microphone, the keyboard, the mirrors…
“Hey! Watch out—”
BANG!
Brielle hit her head against the door.
“I'm okay!” she exclaimed, rubbing her forehead.
MacDonald burst into soft laughter.
“I guess you are,” he teased.
Brielle shook her head, opened the door and hurried out.
The smile remained on MacDonald's face even after she had disappeared.
His friends slowly moved toward him.
“Hello!” Biden waved a hand in front of his face.
MacDonald's smile vanished, replaced by a frown.
“What?”
“Care to explain what just happened?” Max asked, folding his arms.
MacDonald turned toward the refreshment table and began taking the food out of the bags.
“It seems you have a crush on her,” Ferguson said.
MacDonald immediately turned toward him.
“Yeah. I have a huge crush on her.”
The boys stared at him.
“Tell me, who wouldn't have a crush on such a pretty girl?”
Three of them gasped.
“Max, I think MacDonald has a high fever,” Biden said.
Max immediately rushed toward the first-aid kit.
“Wait!”
He grabbed a bottle of water and hurried back with a couple of paracetamol tablets.
“Say, ‘ahh.’”
MacDonald chuckled, pushed his hand away and walked off.
He stopped halfway and turned back toward them.
“The next time she comes here, let her use the studio uninterrupted.”
His eyes fell on Biden.
“And send me the address of the restaurant you ordered from.”
He winked before disappearing through the washroom door.
“Oh, someone is lovesick,” Ferguson said.
“Yeah,” Max replied. “Tell me about it.”
They all stood staring toward the washroom door.
…
🎺 YD SINGERS' MANSION 🎺
The YD Singers had three mansions—one for the boys, one for the girls, and another shared mansion for occasions when they needed to train together overnight.
As rain faintly tapped against the roof, Skye sat on the stairs, her eyes fixed on her phone.
Down in the living room, Romeo, Evander and Aiden were playing cards while Adrian sat nearby reading a book.
In the kitchen, Jade hummed softly as she chopped onions on a cutting board.
Adeline was nowhere in sight.
Neither was Vihaan.
Kian sat comfortably on the couch, watching Noelle walk toward the refrigerator.
As Noelle opened it, Jade put down the knife and walked over.
Noelle's attention remained on the fridge.
“What is it?”
“Um… I've not seen Brielle in days. I've tried calling her, but the line won't go through. I've been to your house, and every time, your sisters give me the same response.”
Jade mimicked them.
“We're not Brielle's guardians.”
Noelle shut the refrigerator with a sigh and rolled her eyes.
“So?”
“I just miss her. And I was hoping to know if she is—”
“Jade.”
Noelle cut her off.
“I am not Brielle's guardian either. You know Brielle and I are like oil and water, so please.”
Noelle brushed past her.
Jade folded her arms and clicked her tongue.
“I don't know what Kian sees in that girl.”
Her eyes quickly fell on Kian.
Her expression softened.
She tilted her head, biting her lower lip.
“Isn't he just cute?”
“Jade! I'm starving!” Romeo yelled from the living room.
His voice snapped her back to reality.
Jade scoffed and loosened her arms before returning to the kitchen.
“Arrrgh!”
Skye suddenly screamed as she jumped to her feet.
The cards slipped from the boys' hands.
Jade nearly dropped her knife.
Everyone turned toward Skye.
“What is it, Skye?” Romeo asked.
Skye rushed down the stairs toward Kian.
“Oh my God, Kian! You just got twenty million followers in a few days!”
Her eyes widened with excitement.
Silence followed, everyone's reached for their phones
“Oh, it's true,” Evander said, his jaw dropping.
“Look at the comments,” Alessia said as she moved closer to Skye.
🎻 LAWRENCE IS HANDSOME, AN ANGEL WITH AN ANGELIC HEART. 🎻
🎻 OH HAIL, LAWRENCE, THE WARM-HEARTED ONE OF YD SINGERS. 🎻
🎻 OH, LAWRENCE, CAN'T YOU MARRY ME? 🎻
Jade giggled as Alessia read the comments aloud.
🎻 I BELIEVE HE'S THE ONE WHO TALKED VIHAAN INTO APOLOGIZING. 🎻
“What?”
Vihaan's voice came from the stairs.
Everyone turned.
Vihaan and Adeline walked down together.
“Who wrote that comment?”
His patience was beginning to wear thin.
He approached Alessia and peeked at the phone.
A chuckle escaped him before his gaze settled on Kian.
“You must feel on top of the world, right?”
Kian stood from the chair, his brows drawing together.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, it's nothing.”
Vihaan shrugged.
“But I just hate that you're getting all the praise for my hard made decision “
A grin appeared on his face.
“So you influenced me to apologize?”
“Oh, come on, Vee. You know how fans react sometimes.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Vihaan walked away toward the studio.
“Don't mind him. He's just being sarcastic,” Kian said as he sat back down.
Jade leaned toward Adeline.
“Still crushing on Vihaan?”
Adeline glanced at her over her shoulder before looking away.
“You better stop crushing on him. Vihaan belongs to my friend.”
“Tsk, tsk.”
Adeline turned toward Jade with a smirk.
“I guess you've not heard the news.”
She crossed her arms.
“My parents are currently discussing an engagement with Mr. Montale.”
Jade's eyes widened.
“What?!”
“You and Vihaan?” Skye asked.
“I need to confirm this from Vihaan,” Romeo said, already heading toward the studio.
Evander hurried after him.
Skye and Alessia walked toward the kitchen while Adrian and Aiden returned to their card game.
Throughout it all, Kian's eyes remained on Noelle.
“Noelle?”
She didn't answer.
“Noelle.”
He called again.
Noelle turned and walked toward the corridor.
Kian hurried after her and caught her hand.
“What is it?” she snapped.
“What's wrong with you? Why are you ignoring my calls? Do you know how much that hurts?”
Noelle yanked her hand away.
She looked away for a moment and drew a slow breath through her nose before facing him again.
“Who cares if it hurts or not?”
“What really is wrong with you?” Kian asked. “What did I even do to deserve this?”
Noelle closed the distance between them and looked deep into his eyes.
“Have you really forgotten what you did?”
Kian blinked.
“Well, let me remind you.”
She folded her arms.
“I gave you a chance to apologize, but you were too stubborn. It seems you enjoyed holding that girl's hand.”
Her voice tightened.
“It seems you enjoyed being her sudden superhero.”
She paused.
“I guess you're husband material, just like the fans are saying.”
Noelle stepped back.
Kian dragged a hand through his hair and closed his eyes for a moment before looking at her again.
“Fine. I'm sorry for helping that girl. Can we be at peace now?”
“That's it?”
“What more do you want? I thought all you wanted was an apology.”
“Yeah. If it were just any other girl, it would have been okay.”
She groaned.
“But it's Brielle.”
“Brielle?”
Kian stared at her.
“You know her name?”
Noelle's heart skipped.
She quickly looked away and swallowed.
“No. I don't know her.”
“Guys, it's time to practice!” Alessia shouted from the living room.
“See you.”
Noelle hurried away.
Kian remained in the corridor, staring after her.
From the mini-kitchen, Jade watched him, her expression slowly changing.
She looked from Kian to the direction Noelle had disappeared.
Then she narrowed her eyes.
🎺 TBC 🎺
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