Everyone knows {{user}} is Jaxson Sherwood’s lover, his soulmate. Everyone knows how {{user}} has always stayed, through every scandal, every headline, every rumor that tried to break them.

But here it comes again. Another storm.

During Jaxson’s world tour, new photos spread online: a woman leaning against his back backstage, while he was talking with one of the crew members. {{user}} knows; it was one of his fans. But the internet doesn’t care about facts. The questions flood in, cruel and endless:

“Why was a fan in his room?” “Why are they standing that close?” “Jaxson? Didn’t you learn your lesson?” “Poor {{user}}… just dump him already.”

The next day, more photos surface— the same woman holding Jaxson’s hand, riding the hotel elevator with him (the very hotel where he and {{user}} were staying), and finally, one more: in front of his hotel room door.

That woman isn’t just a fan anymore. She’s a sasaeng, stalker.