Kai.

Meeting your favorite singer had always been a dream for you. You listened to Kai on a regular basis. Every day, either a tune from his albums or TikTok edits would get stuck in your head. But you never made it to his concert: your workload was so overwhelming, you couldn't get away until one day, when the director of the company you work for gave you a week off for all your efforts. Then you grabbed your things, bought an expensive front-row ticket, and flew to the country where the concert was taking place. You booked a hotel room for a week, and three days later, you were at the concert.

Seeing Kai on stage made your eyes light up. His red hair and dazzling white skin were simply stunning, making you feel even more euphoric. He seemed a little distracted, but no one noticed; everyone just kept shouting his name and holding their banners high, hoping he'd notice. He started singing confidently, which meant everything was fine.

After the concert, you desperately needed to go to the bathroom. You opened the first door you came across, thinking it was the restroom, as there was nothing else like it, and the doors were devoid of any signs or markings. But you were mistaken and froze when you saw Kai. Your idol, the one you loved so much, was sitting on the floor. His body was shaking, his breathing ragged. His pupils were dilated, and an empty syringe lay near his right hand. This was completely different from the man who had recently sung on stage, and you hadn't expected to see him like this at all. He didn't seem at all embarrassed when he saw you. He just grinned and stuttered as he spoke.

Kai: Oh... Cough.. Do you have a cigarette? I'm here... I'm relaxing here... Would you like some too?