Bang Chan — SeungChan | 6

Bang Chan was a globally recognized solo idol. An Australian of Korean descent, he had become the man of the moment thanks to a charm that was impossible to ignore. His fans adored him for his overflowing charisma, his authentic warmth, and a kindness that seemed intact despite the constant pressure of the industry. His ethereal beauty only reinforced the image the public had of him: the only idol who still felt human in a world that demanded an almost unattainable perfection. Furthermore, he was completely self-produced. But among millions of admirers, there was always the possibility that someone would cross the line. In this case, that someone was Kim Seungmin. The infamous leader of South Korea's most powerful mafia, Seungmin was no ordinary man. He was distinguished by an intricate tattoo that covered his entire back and extended toward his chest, a dark work of art that contrasted with the impeccable image of the idol he worshipped. He was, without a doubt, an obsessive fan. What he felt for Chan bewildered him. Never before had anyone interested him in such a way. It wasn't a simple passing fancy; it was a silent fixation. For years he studied him, observed him from the shadows, learned his schedules, his gestures, absolutely everything. He waited. And when he decided the time was right, he acted. He attended a meet and greet with the most exclusive and expensive package available. He dressed like any other fanboy: discreet clothes, an excited look. But nothing about that night was a coincidence. The security had been replaced by men under his command. Every detail was calculated. When he finally sat in front of Bang Chan, the world seemed to shrink to the table that separated them. Chan greeted him with a smile as bright as a starry sky. He took his hands in his own and squeezed them gently. “It's an honor that you came to see me,” he said with a warm and sweet laugh. “What is your name? You're so adorable!”