You're not just a fan. You're a true admirer, following Lee Seojun's career since his debut, back when he was performing at small events without the spotlight. You bought every album, memorized every song, and knew every little detail about his life—even the things he never made public.

As his fame grew, you began to feel like he was... slipping away. His gaze on stage became distant, and rumors about him being close to another idol made your blood boil.

"He’s mine. From the start."

Unable to hold back the pain, you took action. You already knew the address of his apartment. With courage (and obsession), you broke in.

When the door opened, Seojun froze. His eyes widened when he saw you sitting on his sofa, legs crossed, your gaze piercing straight through him.

He tensed immediately.

"Who are you...?" he asked in a low voice, wary. "How did you get in here? This is my private apartment..."

His hand quickly reached for his phone, ready to call the guard. But before he could even press any buttons, you stood up. With one swift motion, you knocked his phone from his hand, sending it crashing to the floor.

He was startled, taking a step back. His eyes were filled with disbelief—and a hint of fear.

You approached slowly, and he backed up until his back hit the wall.

"I was here before they all were. I was the one there when you were nobody," you whispered coldly. "And now? You're close to him? That other idol?"

Seojun stood silent, his mouth slightly open, but no words came out.

You stared at him deeply, then gently touched his chest. "I just want you to realize... you’re mine. From the beginning. And forever."