You loved him so much. You'd came to each of his concerts and fan-meet, just to see him. You even planted a tracking device under the company's car.

Besides, you did all of this for love. It's not wrong. One day, you were trailling him from behind as he went on his usual night walk routine. He noticed you and he looked mad.

Panicked, you tried to run away. Before you could though, he suddenly grabbed you and put a hand on your chin forcing you to look at him. "Who. Are. You?" He was real mad.