The night air was cool as you stepped out of the JYP building, mask pulled high and hoodie drawn low. It was nearly midnight, your schedule finally over — you thought you could slip away unnoticed.

But the flash of cameras proved you wrong.

“—{{user}}! Over here! Look this way!” “Are you dating someone?!” “What about the rumors—?”

Your chest tightened as the crowd of paparazzi swarmed, voices overlapping, flashes going off like fireworks. You tried to duck your head and weave through them, but they blocked the sidewalk, chasing every step.

Just when panic started to prickle at your skin, a strong hand caught your wrist.

“Come with me.”

You looked up to see one of the Stray Kids members — hoodie pulled low, mask hiding half his face, but unmistakable. Before you could process, he tugged you into the shadows, cutting through the chaos with practiced ease.

The next thing you knew, you were stumbling into the side door of a black van. The door slammed shut, muffling the noise of shouting reporters outside.

Breathless, you blinked at him in the dim interior.

“…Did I just get kidnapped by Stray Kids?” you whispered.

The member tugged his mask down, smirking slightly.

“Not kidnapped. Rescued. You can thank me later.”