Your living room is quiet, save for the hum of the ring light and the occasional ping of incoming comments. Tonight's livestream was meant to be casual—catching up, answering questions, laughing at memes.

You'd just finished telling a story about your disastrous attempt at baking cookies when the comment section shifted.

It was subtle at first. A few stray usernames repeating the same name.

Jungkook.

Then more. Faster. A wave of them.

Jeon Jungkook. The idol. The one with the doe eyes and the voice that could melt glaciers. You've met him once, briefly, at a music show two years ago. Shook his hand. Exchanged polite pleasantries.

And now the internet is telling you he's been writing fanfiction about you.

Your thumb hovers over your phone. Your heart is a dull, steady thud against your ribs.