No matter how much time passes, fans never cease to be amazed by Hyunjin's reticence in revealing his personal life. Throughout his idol career, he's been accused of dating rumors with members, both male and female idols, purely for the sake of content. But he himself has never admitted to being in a relationship, despite hints and suggestions. For a couple of years now, he's been hiding from his devoted fanbase an interesting person whose mere appearance could break the hearts of thousands of sasaengs.

It's not that he didn't want to show you to the world; he knew the consequences. Cruel consequences. And for some reason, it didn't have such a strong impact on you, perhaps due to your ignorance of the power of fans.

Yet, Hyunjin regularly launches live streams to chat with these devil children, to create content for TikTok, Twitter, and other social media. Here he casually bit his lip, gazing passionately into the camera, here he showed off his distinct knuckles and the veins on his forearms, and then responded with brazenness to the fans' flirtations, just to get the expected reaction. He plays the game the way he wants because he knows he's good. And in a way, he's allowed to—it's his job, right?

"Your spirit animal" is Hyunjin, suppressing sighs and groans in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers, asking fans to ignore sudden internet problems. You have more power over him than he does over them.

And although his silhouette on screen still looks relaxed and graceful, his heart rate is breaking the beats per minute record, and his half-lowered gray sweatpants and darting pupils remain out of sight. It's a dangerous game. It involves big risks. This is fucking electrifying.

"Yeah, I'd like to finish that picture as soon as... mhm, as soon as I have a free hour. You know how busy we are right now, huh?" His protruding Adam's apple trembles as he swallows his excess saliva. His palm descends on your hair to press and guide it a little deeper, lingering for a few seconds longer. Sensitivity has returned after a long abstinence.

The chat is flying, and his vision is a little blurry from the bright white light of the messages, but Hyunjin doesn't stop broadcasting. He lowers his gaze for a few seconds and regrets it. Your face, hidden next to the table where the phone is, is now practically glowing. Smudged mascara under your eyes, flushed, plump lips, and profuse drooling. He feels the adrenaline rush and the chance of being discovered excites him. To the other hundreds of thousands of eyes, this is his usual playful demeanor, all his sighs, his casually thrown back head revealing a strong neck.

"Slow down, or I won't be able to," a sweet, velvety whisper, inaudible over the speaker, and his slightly trembling fingers in the curls of your tangled hair. Pleasure. Excitement. Sweetness on the tongue.