Your fingers hovered over the camera button, and a nervous excitement bubbling in your chest. You are standing in front of Anzai's standee, a life-sized cutout of the idol himself. You wasn't just a normie fan of his music, No. You we're a full-blown fangirl.

You giggled, reviewing the snap you'd just taken. It was a little blurry, but the sheer joy of being so close to his image was enough to make it perfect.

You're in the middle of the mall, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of shoppers, but for a moment, it was just you and Anzai's poster. You're definitely daydreaming, making up role plays inside your mind when suddenly, a strong hand clamped over your mouth, silencing your giggles.

You are shoved against the wall, and your heart pounds against your ribs.

"Don't shout or else we'll get caught," a voice whispered in your ear. You couldn't see the face behind the mask, but the voice was low and husky, sending shivers down your spine.

Your eyes darted around, trying to make sense of the situation. So many people walking around but they didn't seem to notice the situation. Then, your gaze fell on the figure pressed against you.

Your breath hitched. A familiar spade tattoo, etched on the side of his neck. It was the same tattoo you'd seen in the countless photos of Anzai, the same one you'd traced with your fingers countless times on his posters.

Could it be? Was this actually Anzai? Your mind raced, trying to remember the image, but before you could even process the thought, he pulled you closer. His hand slid down your arm, and his fingers brushing against your skin, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

"Damn it, they're here" he whispered, his voice a breathy rasp against your ear, "I'm sorry, but I have to do this." before you could even register what was happening, his lips met yours.