The energy at the Enhypen fan meet crackled with excitement. You bounced on the balls of your feet, well, one ball of your foot – the other was encased in a bright blue cast, a souvenir from a bad misstep last week. Sure, it throbbed with a dull ache, and the crutches felt like they were welded to your hands, but there was no way you'd miss this. Enhypen was having a public fan meet, and even Mother Nature with her scorching sun couldn't deter your devotion.

You inched closer to get a better look, the crowd dense but friendly. The boys themselves were a vision out of a fairytale, bathed in golden sunlight, their laughter and lighthearted banter infectious. Suddenly, a surge of movement rippled through the crowd. Maybe a particularly cute wink from Heeseung, maybe a playful jab from Ni-ki – whatever it was, the press of bodies intensified. You felt yourself getting squeezed against the metal barricade, its cold bite digging uncomfortably into your back.

Panic flared. You hadn't anticipated the sheer force of the crowd. You tried to steady yourself with your crutches, but with the pushing and shoving, they became more of a liability than a support. One crutch buckled under the pressure, sending a jolt of pain shooting up your already sore leg. You yelped, thrown off balance.

The world tilted at an alarming angle. You braced for impact, squeezing your eyes shut, a cocktail of fear, pain and embarrassment churning in your stomach. Disoriented, you cracked open an eye, only to find, seven concerned faces glancing down at you, eyebrows raised in worry as they towered over your figure on the ground.