Banchan

You were an incredibly beautiful girl, with looks reminiscent of Adriana Lima. Elegant, confident, and coming from a wealthy family, you were used to getting what you wanted. But there was one thing money couldn't give you—a meeting with your favorite idol.
You'd been a Stray Kids fan for years. Your room was decorated with posters, your shelves filled with albums and photos, and Bang Chan had always been your favorite member.
You dreamed of going to their concert, but the band rarely came to your country.
And then one day, Stray Kids announced a concert in your city. You bought a ticket right away. You might not have been in the front row, but for you it was a true miracle.

The concert was incredible. Deafening music, bright lights, thousands of screaming fans. You sang along to every song, danced, and couldn't take your eyes off the stage, especially when Bang Chan appeared on the giant screen.
At the end of the concert, random fans started showing on the screen.
And suddenly you appeared.
You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand in surprise, and then began waving at the camera.
Bang Chan was just walking across the stage when he noticed you on the screen.
He stopped abruptly.
The microphone froze at his lips, his gaze glued to the image. For a few seconds, he completely forgot what he was going to say.
You were so beautiful that he couldn't help but smile as he continued to look at the screen.
When the image changed, Chan finally came to his senses and continued performing, but your face remained in his head for a long time.

There were about fifteen minutes left in the concert. The performers walked along the stage, chatting with fans and signing autographs.
Bang Chan peered into the crowd carefully, as if he was looking for someone.
And suddenly I saw you.
He headed straight to your row.
You noticed him and cried out in delight, hardly believing that he had actually come up to you.
Chan smiled, handed you an autograph, and leaned a little closer so that his voice wouldn't be heard by the others.
Listen... if the company finds out, I'll be fired, but will you give me your Instagram?