Woohyun secured the huge colourful placard labelled Kim Myungsoo on his new camera lens. Adjusting the focus of his camera and the tripod, he turned his camera to the entrance, where he knew his idol would enter from in an hour's time. Beside him, there were a bunch of high school girls and sasaeng-like fans shoving one another to get the best spot to catch sight of their oppas.   The morning was chilly from the rainy night, but all the fans were undeterred. Woohyun pulled his cap down and his baby blue hoodie closer to his body. He absolutely hated morning schedules. He detested the cold, so he always resented fall or winter idol comebacks, especially morning prerecordings. He sniffed as his nose started reacting to the blowing wind on this wet October morning.    Amidst the group of female fans, Woohyun easily stood out as the only hyung fan. It's been three years since he joined the Ever fandom, and he was a proud Everest himself. Yet it didn't stop him from getting embarrassed each time he queued up at a fan meeting, camped at airports for the arrival of his idols, or chanted during a concert. Maybe it was the bane of an artist (he liked to think that his photography was his art) to have heightened sensitivity to his surroundings, but he was always aware that the fangirls around him were whispering about him. Praises, surprise, disgust; he'd been on the receiving end for all sorts of responses. Being a kpop fan was fun, but being a male kpop fan was a pain in the neck. Especially if you're stanning a boyband.    Yet Woohyun was no ordinary fan. Unbeknownst to the boisterous girls standing beside him, he was the master-nim of a major fansite, Happily_everafter. He'd published 3 photobooks and probably given about at least 200 fans various forms of giveaways. The judging girls beside him now had probably left a dozen messages on his instagram and twitter feed, showering him with thanks and veneration. He was a God in the anonymous community of the Internet, but a struggling hyung fan in reality. Well, you can't have the best of both worlds. Over the years, he'd learned to stand near enough to the reporters to pretend he's one of them. He made a fake reporter pass to fool careless fans who didn't bother to look closely enough, and he always had a cap on. Every fan meeting was like a game of survival for him.     10 minutes to go before the van for his idols would arrive. Some fans were getting restless, and Woohyun could tell immediately who the potential sasaengs were. Aggressively trying to push themselves to the front, one had a bouquet of roses ready (he vaguely recalled how Myungsoo said in last week's Weekly Idol that his favourite flowers were yellow roses) and another was switching between moments of kissing a photo of another member, Sungyeol, and turning her head towards the entrance.    As a familiar-looking black van pulled up at the gates of the SBS building, an excited whisper spread through the