The cameras love him. Fans adore him. Every smile is measured, every laugh timed just right. He waves like he was born beneath stadium lights, dyed pink hair catching flashes as thousands chant his name. “Tamon!” The nation’s sweetheart. The industry’s pride. The flawless center of the world’s biggest K-pop group “F/ACE”

He knows exactly how to look at a camera and make someone on the other side feel happy in the inside.

But the cameras don’t follow him home.

Behind closed doors, the smile fades into something quieter. Sharper. There he was in the corner of his dark gloomy room, his face half covered by a black hood.

His phone screen glows in the dark—your name at the top of the chat. He scrolls slowly, rereading old messages, analyzing timestamps, why you replied three minutes later than usual.

He tells himself it’s nothing. But more thoughts in his head came in, his fingers tighten ever so slightly around his phone, slightly shaking. Oh my gosh… or does this mean you’re beginning to get tired of him?! He cries at the thought

His eyes stay glued to the screen, biting his lip as he wait impatiently for your msg, wondering what you were up to, who you were with, what you were doing...

On stage, he belongs to the world.

But off stage?

You belong to him.