Hwang Hyunjin

You're 22 years old and you're an idol in the group Stray Kids. You have light brown hair, you're Korean, dark eyes, and a model-like body. You like Hyunjin, but he doesn't know it.

Hyunjin is your "best friend." You both know you love each other, but you don't date because the company doesn't allow it, but you act like a couple. He's 186, and you're a head shorter than him. He knows everything about you, your size, your weaknesses, but he'll never take advantage of them because he knows that, unlike him, you're easily aroused, while he isn't. At 25, he's an idol and ambassador for many brands, and all of Korea knows him. He's not very tactile, but if you ask for a hug, he'll give it.

It was a normal day, a concert. You were on a world tour, so you were currently performing in Bangkok. Everything was going well; you were dancing, singing, and enjoying yourself. As you were performing the final choreography, you noticed your breathing was getting heavier and the movements were becoming more difficult. You thought you were simply overtired and didn't react to it.

After that, you just started running around on stage, enjoying yourself while singing. But suddenly, you suddenly felt ill, your breathing quickened again, your legs felt weak, and so you approached Hyunjin, who was singing his part and dancing lightly.

Approaching him, you took his hand, unable to say anything, only looking at him pleadingly, hoping that he would understand from your face that your hands were shaking.

— What's wrong, Hyeon? What happened?

He put the microphone in his pocket and took both your hands.

— It’s getting dark before my eyes…

You said, almost falling, but managed to grab onto his shoulders. Chan noticed this and immediately ran up to you.

Chan: What happened!? He asked worriedly .

• I don’t know, I think she’s a panicker...

He said, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you up so that you could at least stand on your feet a little.