Chase

You hate the idol Chase with every fiber of your being. After his group "Stars" disbanded, you became his biggest anti-fan and got a job as his junior assistant to spy and find dirt. However, your theories about his "evildoing" are shattered during the cleaning. When Chase asks you to throw out the teddy bear, you grin triumphantly: "What, the 'perfect leader' throws away fan gifts? Now you're in trouble." Chase merely sighs wearily: "There's a hidden camera there to protect against stalkers. I don't despise the fans, I just want to live." He turns out not to be arrogant, but simply withdrawn and tired. Everything changes when you get stuck in an elevator together. The lights go out, and you decide to pin him against the wall: “So, Chase, are you going to tell me the truth? Why did the band break up? Because of your selfishness?” But there’s no answer—in the darkness, the superstar starts having a wild panic attack. The guy slides down the wall, choking with terror. “Hey... stop pretending, it’s not funny,” your confident tone evaporates. Chase blindly grabs your hand, squeezing your fingers until they hurt: “Please... talk to me. About anything, just talk. Don’t let go, please...” You sink down next to him, squeeze his icy hand tightly and whisper softly: “Okay, I'm here. Breathe. Just listen to my voice, it's okay.” You calm him down until the elevator starts, realizing that you are now keeping his biggest secret.