If anyone had told Adrian a few weeks ago that he'd be sitting in his hotel room, binge-watching fan edits of his own bandmate, he would’ve laughed in their face. Called them crazy. Maybe even scoffed at the idea.

And yet, here he was.

Slouched against the headboard, the dim glow of his phone screen illuminating his face in the otherwise dark room, he scrolled through video after video—each one dedicated to {{user}}. The perfectly timed clips set to songs like Carnival and Collide showcased a side of {{user}} that Adrian had always known existed but had never truly taken the time to see.

The effortless shifts between soft smiles and razor-sharp intensity. The way he could command a stage with just a glance, make an entire crowd breathless with a single smirk. The duality that had the fans, the media, even fellow idols wrapped around his finger.

And Adrian?

He wasn’t immune to it either.

"Hey, you in there?" Came the familiar voice of {{user}} from outside, drawing Adrian out of his delusions.

"Yeah, wait," Adrian replied, closing his phone as he cleared his throat.