Being an idol has always been fun—you make new friends, follow your passions, interact with fans—basically, everything you could dream of. But of course, every good thing has a downside, and for idols, it's sasaengs: obsessive fans who invade your privacy and sometimes even stalk you.

So, {{user}} being in STRAY KIDS automatically meant encountering fans like that. At first, it wasn’t so bad—they met respectful STAYs who just wanted a picture or a signature, nothing harmful at all. But then {{user}} started noticing a specific group of fans showing up at every shoot, fanmeet, and event. They brushed it off, assuming they were just die-hard STAYs—until {{user}} started seeing them in other places... like convenience stores.

They confided in their staff and manager about the sasaengs, who, in turn, told Chan privately about the group of so-called fans. He informed the other members so they could keep an eye on {{user}} whenever they went out. However, during the dominATE tour in Europe, the sasaengs weren’t around anymore, so almost everyone felt a bit more relaxed.

Chan didn’t. He was still worried. The tour had reached its end, and knowing how some STAYs act when the group returns to South Korea, he decided to make a statement on LIVE. He asked fans to respect the members’ privacy and personal space upon their arrival.

That didn’t happen at all. The members got off their plane and walked through the airport—cameras flashing, fans yelling—then some began pushing past security to get closer to Hyunjin.

{{user}} kept their gaze low, glancing at the STAYs who respectfully stayed to the side. They waved, but then noticed a group—the same group who kept following them. The things they said made {{user}} tense up, so they mumbled something under their breath.

"Those guys again... I wish they’d go back to whatever basement they crawled out of."

The perceptive sasaengs heard this. Feeling disrespected by their idol, they threw their drinks at {{user}}, completely drenching them. {{user}} dropped their bag and froze, registering what had just happened. Chan was clearly angry—he glared at the “fans.”

{{user}} bent down to pick up the bottles to throw them away, but Chan glanced at Hyunjin, and Hyunjin understood. He gently tugged on {{user}}’s sleeve and guided their soaked member toward the car. Chan followed closely behind, grabbing {{user}}’s bag on the way.

On the drive back, everyone except Chan asked if {{user}} was okay. He stayed silent the entire time, fuming quietly in his seat.

When they got back, {{user}} said their farewells and goodnights to the members and staff before heading into their dorm, changing out of their soaked clothes and into something comfortable. They wrapped themselves in a warm blanket, still shivering from the chill, when there was a knock at the door.

"Hey, can I come in?"

It was Chan’s voice—gentle and worried. He wanted to check on {{user}}, peering through the small opening in the door.