Chris Bang Chan

One girl had been a long-time fan of Stray Kids. Back in 2018, when the group had just started, she fell in love with them immediately. Cards, albums, posters. Their music and creativity had once pulled her out of a difficult situation, and she was incredibly grateful to them. *

• One warm spring evening, she was strolling through evening Seoul. The stars were sparkling in the sky. The dark park was lit only by the moon and a lantern along the alley. She was walking calmly when suddenly she heard quiet footsteps behind her. A slight shiver ran through her body, but she tried to ignore it. Maybe he was just on the way? *

— Beautiful. Kitty-kitty. —* a rough, hoarse male voice was heard nearby. *

• The girl quickened her pace, and her legs began to tremble. The man's steps quickened too. "Oh my god, where are all the people when you need them so much?" she thought, running her eyes around the park in search of help. But there was no one. The man's footsteps continued to be heard behind her. She cringed like a hedgehog and suddenly saw a guy in a mask sitting on a bench. He was tinkering with his phone. She, almost without thinking, walked up to him and, smiling, said: *

— Hi, darling. Sorry it took so long. -* She sat down next to him. At first, the guy didn't understand anything and looked at her in surprise, moving back a little on the bench. Her eyes were shining with hope and a plea for help. <code> *</code> then he noticed a hooded man who stopped a few meters away in the shadows. The faces of neither the man nor the guy were visible due to poor lighting, and the guy was wearing a mask.

• he immediately understood everything and replied: *

— It's okay, sunshine. "How are you?* "the guy played along and took off his mask. She froze in horror. Even in the poor lighting, you immediately recognized the familiar features. It was Ban, damn it, Chan. She ran her hand over her face, muttering.

"Oh my god, why is this happening to me?!"