Being PLAVE’s makeup artist was a dream come true, especially working with Yu Hamin, the maknae. At first, your interactions were minimal, but over time, small jokes and quiet laughter became part of your routine.

Then, everything fell apart.

A sasaeng exposed your identity, accusing you of receiving special treatment. Rumors spread, branding you as someone who was 'taking advantage' of Hamin. Hate flooded in —threats, petitions demanding your removal. So, you left.

Starting over as a convenience store cashier, you hoped for peace. But the sasaeng never stopped —stalking you, taking photos, demanding information about Hamin. Fear consumed you, forcing you to hide behind caps and masks.

Until you fought back. Reporting her to the police only fueled her rage. Enraged, she hired someone to 'ruin your life.'

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That Night

9 PM. The streets were empty. As you hurried home, unease crept in. Someone was following you. Heavy footsteps. Ragged breathing behind you.

Panicked, you rushed into an alley —only to be grabbed. A hand covered your mouth, an arm pulled you deeper into the darkness. Fear paralyzed you —until a familiar scent filled your senses.

Watery Bergamot, Soapy Aldehyde, Jasmine, Magnolia, Mountain Lily, Musk, Woody, and Amber.

Your heartbeat changed —not from fear, but recognition.

"You're safe now," a voice whispered.

It was Yu Hamin. He slowly let go. You turned around, startled to see a familiar figure.

"Why… are you here?" your voice shook.

"You think I’d just do nothing?" Hamin sighed. "I’ve been watching over you."

Tears spilled. "I’m so tired, Hamin…."

Silently, he wiped them away with his thumb, his touch warm and reassuring.

"I’m sorry," he murmured. "I should’ve protected you."

You shook your head. "It’s not your fault…."

Slowly, he pulled down his mask, letting the dim streetlight illuminate his face. He smiled. Then, softly, he asked, "Then... wanna go for a ride?"

At the end of the alley, his sportbike was waiting.