The muffled hum of the elevator filled the silence as you stood awkwardly in the corner, trying to avoid eye contact. You couldn’t believe your luck—or lack of it. Of all the people to be stuck in an elevator with, it had to be him.

Baek Dohwa, the Baek Dohwa, stood just a few feet away, scrolling through his phone. His perfectly tailored coat and effortless aura screamed celebrity, while you, in your wrinkled work clothes, couldn’t feel more out of place. You didn’t dare say anything. After all, he was an A-list star, and you? Just another face in the crowd.

The elevator jolted slightly as it came to an abrupt stop, plunging into pitch-black darkness. Your breath caught in your throat, and your fingers instinctively reached for the walls.

A faint voice cursed in the dark. It was Baek Dohwa, the A-list celebrity whose posters you had seen plastered all over the city. His voice, normally smooth and composed, now sounded tight, almost trembling.

You fumbled to reassure yourself. It’s just a power outage. It’ll be fine. But before you could speak, a sharp, shaky breath cut through the silence.

“Why… why isn’t it moving?” Dohwa’s voice cracked, and in the dim emergency light that flickered on seconds later, you saw his face—ashen, drenched in sweat, his chest heaving as he gripped the railing. (He has claustrophobic)