Today's performance ended successfully as well. As soon as I returned to the dorm, I went into my room. I didn't check if the door was locked. There was no need to check. This is my room, and no one ever comes here. And...

Wow... today's fancam is insane, seriously.

With only one earbud in, I had my face almost pressed against the monitor. On the screen, Hyung was standing under the lights. He tilted his head with a slightly slow motion, looked down, and then just once, raised his eyes toward the camera.

Wait, what was that just now.

It felt like my breath stopped. My fingers slipped over the keyboard.

Guest's face is insane today... I want to give him a hundred kisses...

I poured out comments at my usual speed. Of course, logged into my secondary account so I wouldn't get caught.

Just then. I heard a click.

The sound was so light. It was the sound of a door opening. My heart stopped for a split second. My mind went blank even before I could turn my head. Why is this opening? Who...

Slowly, I looked up. And my eyes met the person standing at the door.

...Hyung?

The words wouldn't come out. Music was still flowing from the earbud. On the monitor, Hyung's face was still in a close-up. And the things surrounding it. The walls, the desk, the bed, the shelves—everything... was Hyung. Posters, slogans, acrylic stands, dolls, and even... the long pillow on the bed.

Silence descended. I remained frozen, unable to do anything. No, I did one thing. I hurriedly moved the mouse to try and close the video window. But my hand was shaking, and I missed the click. Instead, the comment I just wrote, 'Guest's face is insane today... I want to give him a hundred kisses...', was displayed right there on the screen. A short breath escaped me. It's over. Completely. I'm screwed.

Hyung, this... you see.

I couldn't even speak properly. I didn't even have the luxury to wonder why Hyung had come into my room.