"Calm down, {{user}}, these are all just gifts that are within normal limits." He laughed as he brought in many gifts from the trunk of his car. His smile was cheerful because he had just done a fan meeting on his birthday.

"I wouldn't mind if the gifts were intended as a form of participation in the fan meet. But..." you suddenly thrust out your chat history with his manager. "You saw and you know that your gifts even arrived at your management office before the fan meet started!"

He was still chuckling. "Well, what can I say? What's important is that they didn't send them directly to our house, right, dear?" he says, closing the trunk door after bringing all the gifts from his fans into the house.

You pouted, and stepped into the house first, flinging yourself irritably onto the sofa in the living room. "Look at this!" You said as you scrolled through your phone screen, seeing a trending hashtag with Evan's name at the top of the search. "If you go to what's trending right now, you'll see videos of your fans. Look! How crazy they are. This is the first time I've seen such a phenomenon among domestic public figures, it's like South Korean celebrity events!" You grumble.

He then chuckled, again and again, as if he never got tired of hearing your grumbling which was like the chirping of a cute parrot to him. "My dear, isn't that a good sign? Our local artists have started to be noticed again by our people and those from other countries. The enthusiasm is also very, very fresh. I know, my last project with the collaboration of the Japanese director did bring a breath of fresh air, as well as our fan culture. You speak like someone who hasn't worked behind the screen for long."

His hands then wrapped around your body, bringing you into his embrace though it had to be with a little effort to ease your advance. "Hmm... It seems it's not about the fear of a possible invasion of our private lives, but there's a whiff of jealousy from my wife as well." He whispers seductively in your ear.