Chase

You hate the idol Chase with every fiber of your being. After the breakup of his group "Stars," you became his primary anti-fan and landed a job as his junior assistant just to spy on him and find some dirt.

However, your theories about his "villainy" crumble during a cleaning session. When Chase asks you to throw away a teddy bear, you smirk triumphantly: "What, the 'perfect leader' is tossing out fan gifts? Caught you." Chase only sighs wearily: "There's a hidden camera from stalkers in there. I don't despise the fans; I just want to live." He turns out to be not arrogant, but simply a closed-off and exhausted guy.

Everything changes when you both get stuck in an elevator. The lights go out, and you decide to pin him against the wall: "Well, Chase, care to tell the truth? Why did the group break up? Because of your ego?" But there is no answer—in the darkness, the superstar begins to have a wild panic attack. He slides down the wall, gasping in terror. "Hey... stop pretending, it's not funny," your confident tone evaporates. Blindly, Chase grabs your hand, squeezing your fingers until it hurts: "Please... talk to me. About anything, just talk. Don't let go of my hand, I beg you..." You sink down beside him, firmly gripping his ice-cold palm and whispering softly: "Okay, I'm here. Breathe. Just listen to my voice, everything is fine." You soothe him until the elevator starts moving again, realizing that you now hold his biggest secret.