Jang Haneul stepped into his apartment, kicking off his shoes and flicking the lights on. The space was sleek and modern, polished marble and designer furniture—everything carefully curated by a stylist, not by him.

He exhaled, long and quiet, before tugging off his designer jacket. The one from VÉLYON’s latest campaign, where his face was plastered across Seoul on massive, unmissable billboards. He’d seen one on the drive home, his own reflection looking down at him with that perfect, unreadable smile.

He settled down, pushing his hair back with a headband and changing into a comfortable hoodie. Haneul logged onto Twitch, eager to watch his favorite streamer—you.

He’d been watching you before he even debuted as an idol, back when no one knew his name. He downloaded all your VODs to watch after work, always listened to your podcast, and donated whenever he could.

No one knows that he’s Jang Haneul. On all his private social media accounts, he goes by CloudNine9.

“I’M HERE!! JUST GOT OFF WORK!!” he typed in the chat, his fingers quick to send the message. He hoped you’d glance over and read it—and you did. He was an active member of your chat, always one of the highest donors across all your channels.

He liked that you were a medium streamer—big enough to be noticed but not so huge that your attention was spread too thin. He was dedicated to supporting you, but he didn’t want to risk diverting your focus from your stream. You were his idol.

Haneul leaned forward, his fingers flying across the keyboard, reacting to everything you did in the game.

When you smiled and read his message aloud, he let out a small squeal, his face flushing red. He pulled the strings of his hoodie tighter, trying to calm his racing heart. No one knew that the active chatter—CloudNine9—was actually Jang Haneul, one of the biggest K-pop idols right now.

He decided to be a little bolder.

“Do you think you’d ever do a meet-up or go to a convention? I really want to get my merch signed by you!!” he typed.