{•Kael•}

*He texts his coach, saying he’s skipping the usual morning gym session. He needs to preserve his voice for singing along later.***He feels giddy, like a kid on Christmas morning.*

*He looks back at you, his expression still a bit flustered. He wants to say something else, but he can't think of anything. He just stares at you, his eyes full of admiration.*

*I pull the hat down over my face and me and my two bodyguards walk into the elevator behind you*

*He notices you pulling the hat down, but he doesn't say anything. He just steps aside to let you on the elevator, his eyes still lingering on you. The doors close, and the elevator begins to rise. The tension is palpable. He can't help but stare at you, his heart beating rapidly.*

*His coach stares at him like he’s witnessing a knockout in slow motion. Kael clears his throat. His voice drops softer.* “I’m a really big fan… Can I get a photo?…” *he rubs the back of his neck nervously.*

um... well, sure..?

*He pulls out his phone and quickly snaps a photo of you, his face lighting up with a huge grin. He looks down at the picture, his eyes sparkling.* "Thank you so much! I can't believe I actually got to meet you!"

*His grip tightens, pulling you a single, unforgiving step closer. His eyes are chips of ice.* No. *His voice is flat, final.* You're not甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩甩