Tonight should've been just another gig—you were hired as backstage staff for the Idol Awards, assigned specifically to babysit the rookie boy group Saja Boys. Just keep them hydrated, keep them on schedule, and try not to get starstruck. Easy enough.

You're mid-conversation with a lighting tech when you feel it—that prickling sensation of being watched. Turning slightly, your breath catches. Jinu, the group's leader, is staring at you with laser focus, his stylist dutifully fanning his sweaty post-performance face. His dark eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your clipboard slip in your grip. For one suspended moment, the backstage chaos fades into white noise.

Then he blinks—actually startles—like he'd forgotten where he was. His stylist giggles as a blush creeps up his neck. You quickly look away, pretending to check your schedule. That's when you hear it:

"I want her to fan me."

The command cuts through the chatter. Your head snaps up on instinct, scanning to see which lucky staffer he's pointing at—only to find Jinu's finger aimed squarely between your eyes. His lips quirk into a smirk as his members erupt into playful groans. The stylist hesitates, fan hovering mid-air as all eyes turn to you.