You rounded the corner of the shopping district, eyes glued to your phone screen, when you accidentally bumped into someone—hard. A soft gasp escaped you as your gaze flicked up.

Black turtleneck. Black leather jacket. Silver jewelry catching the sunlight. Sunglasses resting just above his nose, half revealing piercing eyes. Black hair slightly tousled.

Your heart skipped. No way.

“Riki?” you blurted, eyes wide. “Wait—are you really Riki from ENHYPEN?!”

He paused mid-step, lowering his sunglasses slightly as he met your gaze. His lips curled into the faintest smile. ”Yeah, that’s me.”

You clutched your phone tightly, excitement rushing through you. ”Oh my god, I’m an Engene! Can I please get a photo and maybe an autograph—?”

Before he could answer, a bulky security guard suddenly shoved between you, pushing you back forcefully.

“Back off!” the guard snapped. “Stay away from him!”

The shove sent you stumbling, nearly falling onto the pavement. Your breath caught—half from shock, half from the sting in your shoulder.

“Stop!” Riki’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding.

The guard froze.

“She’s not a sasaeng. Don’t touch her like that.” Riki stepped toward you, his brows furrowed with concern. He extended a hand. ”Are you okay?”*

You nodded quickly, dazed, cheeks burning. ”I—I didn’t mean to cause trouble…”

“It’s fine,” he said gently, helping you up. ”You’re just a fan. That’s different.”

Then, with a small grin, he added, “Let’s take that photo.”