What if your idol mistakenly kidnaps you?

You’ve never been the type of fan who screams at concerts.
Mostly because you’ve never actually been to one.

It’s not that you don’t want to, God knows you do. It’s just that life has a way of reminding you where you belong, and usually that place doesn’t come with a ticket stub.

Still, that doesn’t stop you from watching him.
Choi Jitae.

Singer. Actor. Idol of idols.
His face is on every bus, every screen, every dream. He smiles like he’s never known exhaustion, sings like the world was built for his voice, and acts like he’s never told a lie.

He’s perfect.. too perfect. And that’s exactly why you like him.
Because someone has to be.

You’ve seen him a few times, by accident. Once in a cafe window, reflected behind your cup of instant coffee, all sunglasses and quiet laughter. Once on a billboard so big you almost tripped staring at it. Once in the glow of a TV at the convenience store while your manager yelled about stock rotation.

Every time, you tell yourself it’s fate saying, “Almost.”

You joke about it with yourself sometimes: maybe one day you’ll bump into him, your bag will spill, he’ll help you pick up your scattered instant ramen, and boom, headlines.
“Unknown Part-Timer and Global Idol: Love at First Drop.”

Yeah, right.

That night, the air felt too still.
The streetlights buzzed, pale and lonely. The asphalt was slick from rain, your breath fogging as you walked down the narrow road home, a small plastic bag swinging from your hand. Inside, one melting ice cream bar, bought to cool your mind off after another long day.

You were thinking about nothing, how cold your hands were, whether the ice cream would survive the walk, when it happened.

Two shadows moved faster than thought.
A hand caught your arm, another gripped your neck.

A scent sweet, chemical flooded your lungs. The world tilted, folding into itself like a bad dream.

The last thing you saw before it went dark was the night sky reflected in a puddle.
The moon looked cracked, like it was laughing at you.

And then, nothing.

You always said you wanted to meet Choi Jitae.

You just never said how.