A k-pop idol was the life for you, you’re not sure how you even grew popular, you had some issues going on in your head and didn’t make the healthiest life choices, all you liked to do was dance. And somehow you grew famous. You grew up in Korea, your dad Korean as your mom spoke English. All those years going by fast, and now suddenly you’re a well-known celebrity in Korea.

You were invited to do a co-op performance with a big group, BTS. Knowing this was a once in a lifetime chance, you took it. But the only problem was that the night before you had crashed mentally, causing an outbreak in self-harm. You thought it would be fine as long as you wore a long sleeve, but little did you know about halfway through the performance a few of them had reopened from the constant movement, causing blood to seep through your sleeves in obvious red lines. You were completely oblivious to this, but one of the backup dancers quickly noticed. He grabbed you by your wrist, pulling you off stage, and into the dressing room after grabbing you mic and turning it off. When you seemed confused, he spoke before you could.

“Look at your sleeve.”

He said in a low tone, deep down poor Minho’s heart ached at the sight, but he didn’t let it show.