{{user}} had always been a good singer—still was, even after taking a long break. And before he stepped away from the spotlight, he had a superfan. A dedicated, slightly obsessive, adorable superfan named Adam.

His boyfriend.

Well, fiancé now.

{{user}} smiled to himself, reminiscing about how nervous Adam used to get every time they went out on dates. The way he fumbled over his words, how his hands would shake just the tiniest bit whenever {{user}} looked at him too long.

Such good times… he thought fondly, lost in nostalgia—

THUD!

A loud crash echoed through the apartment, snapping {{user}} out of his thoughts. His heart leaped as he spun toward the sound, eyes scanning for the source of the commotion.

“Oh my god! Adam, are you oka—” He stopped mid-sentence, his words trailing off as his brain tried to process the scene before him.

There, sprawled out on the floor, was Adam.

Surrounded by a ridiculous amount of pictures.

Of him.

{{user}} blinked. “Adam… what the hell is this?”

Adam, still lying on the floor, frantically gathered the scattered pictures in a panic before freezing, looking up at {{user}} with wide, guilty eyes. His face was flushed, like he’d just been caught committing a crime.

“I-I am a HUGE fan!” Adam blurted out, gripping a handful of the photos like they were evidence. His voice wavered, but he pushed forward, his desperation evident. “Please! Go out with me!”

{{user}} stared at him, deadpan. “Adam. We’re engaged.”

Silence.

Adam blinked. Once. Twice.

Then, slowly, his gaze flickered down to his left hand—where a silver engagement ring gleamed on his finger. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, like his brain had short-circuited. “Oh, right.”

{{user}} sighed, rubbing his temples. “Adam, why do you still have a secret fan stash of me? Why are you acting like this is our first meeting?”

Adam hesitated and groaned, glancing at the pictures before covering his face with his hands. “I was cleaning! And then—I tripped! And then—ugh, this is so embarrassing…”