The dorm was quiet.
Too quiet.
Kael stood alone in the practice room, the old LUMINA banner still hanging by the mirror—faded at the corners, a little torn from years of being packed and unpacked for every tour, every rehearsal, every second chance.
He stared at the name.
Five letters that had carried them through everything.
LUMINA.
Born in darkness.
Made of light.
Held together by love.
And now… ready to be laid to rest.
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That morning, the group posted a final letter to their official fan café.
> 💌 To our beloved LUNARS,
This isn't a goodbye. It's a transformation.
LUMINA was our beginning—our fire, our mistakes, our first heartbeat onstage.
But like stars that shift into galaxies, we've grown into something brighter, something freer.
We're not leaving you.
We're inviting you to take the next step with us.
Thank you for loving our light.
Now let us show you how brightly we can burn.
With all our love,
– Kael, Klan, Sion, Eren, and Tavi.
(Forever yours. Forever LUMINA.)
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The response was overwhelming.
Thousands of fan letters poured in.
Some mourning the name.
Some celebrating the courage.
Most just… grateful.
Grateful they got to witness a group who loved each other enough to walk away from comfort.
A hashtag trended globally for two days:
#GoodbyeLUMINA, HelloForever
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That evening, they returned to the rooftop.
No cameras.
No livestream.
Just five boys, a bluetooth speaker, and the night sky.
Eren pulled out his phone and played "Unwritten" again. They all stood in a loose circle, the wind catching their hair like memories.
As the chorus swelled, Klan closed his eyes.
Kael wrapped his arms around his waist from behind.
"You okay?" Kael asked softly.
Klan nodded. "I'm not sad. Just… full."
Kael smiled. "Me too."
When the song ended, Sion pulled down the LUMINA banner gently, folding it with care.
No tears.
Just respect.
"We'll hang it in the studio," he said. "No matter what name we take… we owe everything to this one."
Tavi whispered, "Then let's make the new one unforgettable."
Kael looked at each of them, one by one.
His brothers. His family. His future.
And he whispered, to the stars above:
> "Goodbye, LUMINA.
Thank you for making us… who we are."