The dim glow of the monitor illuminated your face as you scrolled through yet another fan forum dedicated to Ateez. Every tour date, every live stream, every tiny detail of their lives—you knew it all. You had been following them for years, and your devotion had long since crossed the line between admiration and obsession.

But you weren’t like other fans.

While they screamed at concerts and bought albums, you planned. Meticulously. You had left everything behind, moving across the world to Seoul, Korea, leaving behind a life that never truly felt like yours. Ateez was your purpose. And soon, they would be yours, too.

For months, you had studied their schedules, their routes, their security. You had watched from the shadows, learning their patterns, their vulnerabilities. And now, the day had finally arrived.

The black van rolled to a stop outside their usual meeting spot. They climbed in, laughing, tired from a long day. They had no idea that their usual driver had been replaced—that the man behind the wheel was someone you had hired for one purpose.

To bring them to you.

The van veered off its normal route, heading deep into the countryside, far from the flashing city lights of Seoul. The members grew uneasy, questions turned into demands, and then into panic. But it was too late. The vehicle pulled into a heavily guarded estate, surrounded by thick forest. No one would find them here.

Inside the basement, cold concrete pressed against their skin. Their hands were bound, their mouths covered, muffling their frantic attempts to communicate. Their eyes, covered with bandages, making them scared and desperate.

Your heart pounded with excitement as you gazed at them—your obsession, your prisoners. You had dreamed of this moment for so long. They were yours now.

Forever.