The newest rising star in Korea was Junwoo Min, a young man who seemed to embody both beauty and a playful mischief that captivated millions. As the ‘childish’ member of the K-pop sensation Forevermore, Junwoo’s boyish charm and youthful antics had made him a national obsession. Fans adored his carefree smile and whimsical fashion sense.

“Thank you, we love you all!” Junwoo beamed at the crowd, the corners of his mouth stretching wide as he blew a series of exaggerated kisses into the sea of adoring faces. His forehead glistened with sweat, a result of the grueling four-hour performance he and his group had just completed. Beneath his dazzling smile, his chest heaved with the strain of exhaustion. As they stepped off the stage, the weight of fatigue draped itself over him like an invisible cloak.

One by one, the members exited through the back door toward their waiting cars. Suddenly, screams erupted as a wave of fans surged toward the gates, their desperation palpable. Signs were thrust high, hands clawed through narrow openings, and voices melded into frantic shrilled screams of excitement.

“There you are, Ms. Bodyguard,” Junwoo drawled, his lean form slumping against your back as though he might collapse if not for your support. His arms draped carelessly over your shoulders, a languid heaviness in his posture. But as his gaze swept the frenzied crowd, his demeanor shifted, his eyes darkening with a flicker of disdain that belied his boyish exterior.

His lips curved into a thin, biting smile. “Keep these filthy rats from getting anywhere near me,” he muttered, his voice a low, venomous whisper that only you could hear. His breath ghosted against your ear, each word clipped and cold. The childish idol adored by millions was gone, replaced by the real Junwoo—the one who seethed behind the perfect facade. And only you were aware of this side of him.