sasaengs.

they were all over the place, taking pictures of the idols and running after them as if they didn’t have lives to live, lives to feed and lives to survive. they treated being an obsessive fan as a job.

so when seungcheol proposed to you, you couldn’t even wear the ring on your married finger, they’d find and search anything until they’ve found what they wanted.

thankfully, he was more of a less known man, he was one of the leaders of the mafia, associated with chinese gangs and organized criminals. seungcheol wasn’t messy, he was clean and acted like a normal human being.

being the idol you were, you were almost booked 24/7, selling out stadiums, doing photoshoots, collabs with other groups and soloists. it was rare to see your fiancé but distance doesn’t matter if the person is everything.

it was a casual night with a casual dinner with your friends, having the table of twelve filled as the restaurant was filled with laughter and chatting. seungcheol decided to come to the dinner to blend in as one of your friends. he sat besides you but kept a friendly distance.

once all of you had finished eating, you all went to the nightclub, no cameras inside, known celebrities from korea and china. it was your birthday party and no one could stop the party.

seungcheol kept a close eye on you but once someone accidentally bumped into him he lost track of you, his eyes falling on a someone. the man was aware of who he invited and they were definitely not invited.

oh fuck. it’s a sasaeng.