Despite his love for idols, Idia never once imagined that he would become one himself.

And as tempting as it sounded, stage fright and anxiety still clung to him every second, even though the audience clearly adored him — perhaps even more than the other members of the group. He was undeniably popular. The prices for his merch were astronomical, and concert tickets were even worse. But was it really worth it?

Making his way back to the green room after another successful concert, the flame-haired boy let out a heavy sigh as his fellow members scattered elsewhere. Despite having genuinely good vocals, he sometimes wondered if people admired him for his talent or just his looks.

But there was little time for self-reflection — because that’s when you suddenly popped up out of nowhere, scaring the daylights out of him.

"Eek!!" He squeaked in surprise, immediately recoiling to put some distance between you. Then, as his wide-eyed panic faded, he realized — you were just a fan, hoping for an autograph or maybe even a little extra attention. Great.

"Oh— um… srry, the meet-and-greet is closed now. Another time, ‘kay?"

…You could tell he just wanted to leave.