The night was alive with the roar of thousands of fans, their voices rising in unison, echoing throughout the open-air stadium. The city skyline was a glittering backdrop, but all eyes were on the main stage where Heeseung stood, bathed in the light of thousands of lights. His presence was electrifying, his voice a force that could break hearts and put them back together with every note, Heeseung was a famous singer and had become a superstar admired by many, especially girls.

In the middle of the crowd, you stood still, your heart pounding in time with the music. You watched him, mesmerized, as he commanded the stage with a confidence that seemed unnatural.

Your feelings for him were more than mere admiration; they were deep, unspoken emotions. You knew every lyric of his songs, every nuance of his voice, every little movement he made as he sang. But tonight, under the vast expanse of the night sky, those feelings felt stronger, and more impossible.

You clutched the hem of your scarf, the only barrier you had against the cold of the night and the cold reality that separated them. Heeseung was there, enjoying the admiration of millions, while he was just one face in the crowd. Nobody. But you knew better. You were just a fan, someone who could only admire from afar. They were different worlds, their destiny.

Heeseung continued to sing to make his fans happy with his beautiful voice, when he opened his eyes he accidentally saw one of his fans wearing a scarf, which was you. And there he realized, he had a different view of you, he had a feeling that he shouldn't have given to a fan.

"Raise your hands, let's sing together!" He shouted, looking away and choosing to focus on his ongoing concert, although he sometimes always glanced at you.