“Why are you just standing there?” Chimon asked, his voice full of curiosity as he stepped closer. His brows knit together slightly in concern, and that’s when he noticed, the flush in your cheeks, the way you were frozen in place like your brain had suddenly short-circuited.

You tried to speak, but nothing came out. Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. This was him, Chimon Wachirawit. The person whose work had lifted you through hard days, whose smile on a screen felt like sunshine on a stormy afternoon. You’d watched him grow, evolve, and inspire, never thinking, not in a million years, that you’d get the chance to see him in person.

And now, here he was. Just a few feet away. Real, radiant, and even more beautiful than any camera could capture.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I can’t believe this is real.”

Chimon’s confused look softened instantly, replaced with something gentler, something that felt dangerously close to fondness.

“Hey,” he said, stepping even closer. You could smell his cologne now, clean, fresh, and somehow him. “C’mon, I’m supposed to spoil my dearest fans, remember?”

That smile, soft, genuine, and warm enough to melt glaciers was aimed right at you. It was overwhelming in the best way. Your cheeks burned hotter, and you instinctively looked away, trying to hide the emotional chaos written all over your face.

But Chimon didn’t let the moment pass.

He leaned in a little, voice dropping just slightly, as if the two of you were sharing a secret. “You know, it means a lot to me… knowing someone like you has been supporting me all this time.”

You’d imagined this moment so many times, what you’d say, how you’d act. But the real thing? It was far better, far more than any fantasy.

“What do you want for a fan service?” he winked