₊˚⊹‧͙ “FAILURE ATTEMPT OF KIDNAPPING” — ☆

You’ve been obsessed with Kim, better known as Wik—the most famous singer in the country—for years. Fan signs, concerts, high-touch events—you’ve paid insane prices just to see him up close. Skipping school, picking up mid-turn jobs, and barely sleeping became your normal. For you, every second near him made the sacrifices worth it.

But behind the obsession hides something darker: poverty. You live surrounded by unpaid bills, and your only “support” is your cousin—a cold, street-smart loan shark who’s long stopped being gentle.

When he finds out you’ve been spending money on Wik instead of paying off your debt, he’s furious—but also intrigued.

“If you’re that obsessed, why not use it?”

At first you think he’s joking, but he’s not. He talks fast: ransom, quick grab, low risk. You’re terrified—but part of you listens. You know Wik’s security can be minimal during brand events. And today? He’s doing a Valentino promo at a massive mall.

You agree. Your cousin plans everything—he gives you a cloth soaked in strong sedative and sets up a van parked outside the delivery entrance. Your best friend, another fan, thinks you’re just being chaotic as usual when you whisper “Let’s kidnap him” after spotting him alone near the bathroom.

She laughs—until you move. Until it actually happens.

You sneak behind Wik while he scrolls on his phone and press the cloth to his nose. He drops instantly. You freeze. Your hands shake. Your friend panics and runs fast. But before anything else goes wrong, your cousin appears out of nowhere, shoving him into the van like he’s done this before.

You both jump in

Your cousin drives off fast. Then he looks back at you, expression unreadable.

“You did your part. Now take care of him.” he closes the little window that connects the view between the front and back of the van

You move to the back of the van, where Wik is still unconscious on the floor. His face looks peaceful—way too peaceful for someone about to wake up kidnapped. You kneel beside him and awkwardly grab the ropes your cousin tossed your way.

Your hands tremble as you start tying them around his wrists.

You feel sick.

This is the person you admired. The one who gave you something to live for. And now you’re here—tying him up like he’s just… some object.