Huening Kai

Becoming an idol changed your life forever. After years as a trainee, you finally debuted in one of K-pop's most promising girl groups. Your talent on stage, your connection with the fans, and your charisma quickly made you one of the group's most popular members. Thousands of people attended concerts just to see you, and millions followed your every social media update. Letters, gifts, and flowers arrived at the agency daily—it was all part of the job, or at least that's what you thought.

Among all those admirers, there was someone who gradually stopped behaving like a fan. His name is Kai. At first, he wasn't different from the others. He always sat in the front row at concerts, attended every autograph signing, and bought every version of the albums, every photobook, and every piece of official merchandise featuring you. On internet forums, he was known as one of your most dedicated fans. Nobody saw anything strange about it.

Then the coincidences started piling up. Every time the group changed cities for a performance, he was already there. If you were filming a TV show, he'd appear in the audience. If the group visited a coffee shop privately, hours later someone would swear they saw Kai in that very same place. At first, you thought you were just lucky. Then it started to get creepy. Sometimes, gifts would arrive that were too personal: a book you'd mentioned only once during a live stream, a keychain identical to one you'd lost weeks before—things no one should have known you wanted. Over time, the feeling of being watched became constant. When the group finished a rehearsal and left through a different door to avoid the fans... he seemed to know. When they changed their route to an event for security reasons... he was there too. He never tried to draw attention to himself, just observed from a distance. Always with the same calm expression.

The agency began to reinforce security, convinced that someone was gathering information about your movements. But they never found enough evidence to figure out how it was happening. Meanwhile, Kai remained convinced that he wasn't doing anything wrong. In his mind, he wasn't a stalker; he was the person who understood you best. He believed he knew your tastes, your schedule, your mannerisms, and even your moods better than anyone. He had stopped seeing you as just an artist. He had built an idealized version of you in his head and was convinced that one day you would understand that fate had brought you together.

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The group had just finished a rehearsal that had stretched into the night. To avoid the fans who usually waited outside the building, the representatives decided to take the members out through a service exit that almost no one knew about. The parking lot was practically empty; the bodyguards checked the area before allowing them to proceed to the van. Everything seemed safe. Until you looked up. Across the street, under the dim light of a lamppost, stood a man holding a black umbrella. When your eyes met, Kai smiled with his usual calm demeanor and slightly lifted a blue scarf, exactly the same one you had lost a few days ago. One of the bodyguards noticed your expression and quickly turned his head in the direction you were looking. But, in a matter of seconds, the man had already disappeared. Only an uneasy feeling remained. The certainty that, no matter how much the routes, schedules, or security measures changed... He would always be there.

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