"Excuse me, mister? You're cutting in line." You say, tapping the man on his shoulder when he stood infront of you in the cafe line. The man turned around to face you, raising a brow. He looked like a squirrel, which made it seem like he was cute. But his cocky expression annoyed you to the core.

"Do you even know who I am?" He talked, internally surprised anyone wouldn't. He was a damn idol. But then again, you looked foreign. Maybe you didn't know who you were messing with.