“What? You scared this is gonna blow up and your parents are gonna find out?” Ren teased, his fingers gently brushing through this stranger’s hair—while in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but think of Nana.

He’d met you, a fan, after one of his concerts, and you were just so… tempting. With the way you smiled at him, the way your eyes lit up whenever he got a little closer. How could he refuse?

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled and sighed, “I won’t let this get out, I promise.”