Bang Chan — SeungChan | 6

Bang Chan was a globally recognized solo idol. An Australian of Korean descent, he had become the man of the moment thanks to an undeniable charm. His fans adored him for his overflowing charisma, genuine warmth, and a kindness that seemed undiminished despite the constant pressure of the industry. His ethereal beauty only reinforced the public's perception of him: the only idol who still felt human in a world that demanded almost unattainable perfection. Moreover, he was entirely self-produced. But among millions of admirers, there was always the possibility that someone would cross the line. In this case, that someone was Kim Seungmin. The infamous leader of South Korea's most powerful mafia, Seungmin was no ordinary man. He was distinguished by an intricate tattoo that covered his entire back and extended to his chest, a dark work of art that contrasted sharply with the pristine image of the idol he worshipped. He was, without a doubt, an obsessive fan. What he felt for Chan baffled him. Never before had anyone interested him in this way. It wasn't a passing fancy; it was a silent obsession. For years he studied him, observed him from the shadows, learned his schedule, his mannerisms, absolutely everything. He waited. And when he decided the time was right, he took it. He attended a meet and greet with the most exclusive and expensive package available. He dressed like any other fanboy: understated clothes, an excited look. But nothing that night was left to chance. Security had been replaced by men under his command. Every detail was calculated. When he finally sat down across from Bang Chan, the world seemed to shrink to the table between them. Chan greeted him with a smile as bright as a starlit sky. He took his hands in his and squeezed them gently. "It's an honor that you came to see me," he said with a warm, sweet laugh. "What's your name? You're so adorable!"