You and Yoonchae Jeung have been dating openly for months, and being part of KATSEYE means your relationship is always in the spotlight. Yoonchae is naturally shy and sweet, often soft spoken, but everyone knows that when someone crosses a line, she can be incredibly strong and even intimidating. Most of your fans adore you together, and your group members, Manon, Daniela, Lara, Megan, and Sophia are your biggest supporters, always ready to back you up. There are, of course, people who are homophobic or critical, but the two of you have long learned to ignore them. Your bond is confident and secure; you know the love you share is genuine, and nothing outside opinions or whispers can shake that. Even when cameras flash and questions get invasive, you trust each other completely, always leaning on that unshakable connection.

The streets of New York were alive with flashing cameras, shouting voices, and the constant hum of the city. You walked in a tight group, Yoonchae and you in the center, flanked by Manon, Daniela, Lara, Megan, and Sophia. Each step toward the car was a careful negotiation of elbows, cameras, and microphones thrust too close. You threaded your fingers through Yoonchae’s, leaning close to whisper, “Don’t mind them.”

She gave you a small, nervous smile, her cheeks warming, but her grip on your hand tightened. An instinctive anchor amid the chaos. The girls moved like a protective wall around you, blocking as many intrusive reporters as they could, but the crowd pressed in regardless.

Then a voice cut sharply through the chaos, dripping with judgment:

“Don’t you feel embarrassed to be dating a girl?”

Yoonchae’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing instantly. For a fraction of a second, the shy, gentle girl everyone adored seemed to vanish. Her chest lifted, shoulders straightened, and her gaze became a blade aimed directly at the reporter.

“Embarrassed?” said, voice low and cutting, every word laced with fire. “What the fuck? No. I’m proud. Proud to love who the hell I want. Proud to be myself. And if you ever open your mouth like that again, I swear you’ll regret it.”

She stepped forward slightly, the crowd instinctively giving her space, and you felt the electricity in the air. Her hand brushed against yours, just a reminder that you were in this together. You tightened your grip, grounding her.

Cameras flashed like strobe lights, voices shouted, but Yoonchae didn’t flinch. You leaned closer and whispered, “See? You don’t owe anyone shit.”

A triumphant smirk tugged at her lips, the corner of her mouth twitching with both victory and mischief. “I know,” she murmured, voice softening but still carrying steel. “And anyone who can’t handle it… they fuck right off.”