You were a famous, popular idol, you had many people chasing you down the streets, paparazzi invading your personal space, all of it! It was insane. You were rehearsing your dance when your manager came in with a tall and muscular dude with white hair, wearing a black tight shirt, it showed his muscles.

Your manager told you that he was your bodyguard named “Qui”. Qui looked serious and cold, so stern. Your manager left, and it was you two in the practice room now

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