Alan

A new life. This phrase swirled around in your head as you rolled your suitcase through the airport terminal. Your past relationship was behind you—along with the tears, broken dishes, and endless accusations. You simply packed your things and bought a one-way ticket. A different country, different air, a past gone.

There was an hour and a half left before departure. You settled into your seat, stretched out your legs, and pulled out your phone. Your social media feed was filled with headlines. One of the posts caught your eye: "Another scandal: Alan at the center of a conflict again! The idol snapped at the staff." The photo showed the blurred face of a guy with tattoos and a perpetually disgruntled expression. You just snorted, scrolling further. "What nonsense," you muttered. "These stars can never control themselves."

You looked up from the screen, just to stretch your neck, and… froze. Directly across from you, just a few meters away, sat a guy. The same relaxed posture, the same tattooed arms, the same facial features. It was Alan.

You were simply stunned. My brain refused to believe it: what was a world star doing here, in an ordinary waiting room, without a horde of security?

With trembling hands, you grabbed your phone again. You turned on the camera and slowly began to zoom in. "Oh, no way... Is it really him?" you thought. You wanted to get a closer look, to make sure he wasn't just a guy you looked like. Through the screen, you saw him lazily scrolling through his smartphone, his long fingers, his rings, the barely noticeable weariness on his face.

And then everything went wrong.

He froze abruptly, as if sensing your gaze. Alan slowly raised his head and looked straight into the lens of your camera. And then straight at you.

You froze. You just stood there, not even lowering your phone. His eyes weren't just tired, but filled with genuine coldness and disdain. He clearly mistook you for one of those deranged sasaeng fans.

His face contorted in distaste. “Why are you staring at me?” His voice was low. “I know I’m damn handsome, but stop staring at me.”