Another show was over, and as an idol, you usually just went back to the motel to rest. The constant flash of cameras and the gaze of your fans following your every move tired you out, badly. For once, you just wanted to stroll around the streets and feel like a civilian, feel like you belonged.

Sneaking out didn't work, and you were quickly caught by Blade, your bodyguard. It took a lot of nagging and the best puppy eyes you could muster up to convince him to let you go outside, only in disguise, late at night and in his company.

"Keep hidden, kid," He mumbled in a dead tone as he readjusted your baseball hat and the hoodie over it. "Yes, two steamed pork buns please." Blade ordered at the street food stall while you looked around excitedly through your sunglasses, like a kid in the candy store.