At the hospital, the nurse attending to Woohyun and the reporter was trying very hard to suppress her laughter. Woohyun found out his name was Sunggyu, and he was an entertainment reporter for a less well-known online magazine. The nurse was extremely amused by the extent of cuts and bruises that the young girls inflicted on them, yet at the same time her mind was distracted by the fact that she was treating two very dashing young men.    Forever's manager Lee Howon, whom Myungsoo had instructed to help the two injured boys at the hospital, returned after helping them with the registration.    "Wow, you guys are just two years apart huh? Do you guys know each other?"   Woohyun could tell the manager was an awkward person. His ability at making small talks was abysmal and he certainly had no idea how privacy worked despite his job as protector of a top idol group. He made a mental note to help him look for dangers directed at the group in the future, because his faith in Howon had greatly reduced.    "Uhm no we don't." It was Sunggyu who spoke up first.   "Ah I see. Anyway I have to get back to the company. Myungsoo has already offered to cover both your medical expenses, so that's that. If everything is alright, please take care. I'm really sorry it turned out this way," Howon reached out his hands to give them a brief handshake before pulling out some tickets from his pockets, "the boys asked me to offer their thanks and these are VIP seats for the next fanmeet in Seoul. Please continue supporting Forever from here on." He gave a slight bow before rushing off.    Once he was gone, Woohyun felt even more awkward staying with his fellow-man-in-suffering. He pretended to take extra interest in that VIP fanmeet ticket that he had already obtained via his sizable preorder and thought about whether he should do a giveaway online or sell it. Probably the latter, to buy a new shirt after his current one's ruined. The annoying nurse was extra slow in her work for unknown ulterior motives, but eventually Woohyun was glad that she had to reluctantly leave after the bandages were done.    Woohyun decided to break the silence, but then he noticed the dejected look on Sunggyu's face as he was looking through his camera roll.   "You alright? Does it still hurt?" He asked cautiously.     "No, the pain is nothing. The problem is that all my photos were blurry and I didn't manage to capture a single shot of the whole commotion. God, why did I decide to save them when the instinctive thing for a reporter to do is to capture the scene..." He continued on to scroll through some online news on his mobile phone, and sure enough, updates were already all over the Internet.   "Maybe because saving them was the ethical decision to make...?" More like common sense. Woohyun could never imagine pricing a photo above an actual person. People who were privy to his Kpop fanatic life but barely knew him as a person often assumed that he was just immersed in the beauty of merchandise, goods, and ultimately their faces only. In the cliched kind of beauty. In mainstream marketing. Yet as much as he edited Myungsoo and the other members to be almost ethereal on Photoshop (which was how he sometimes perceived them), he could never comprehend how anyone would love the photo more than the actual person. An idolised image would never triumph flesh and blood. Perhaps one of the most heartwrenching thing about his hyung fan journey, was that he was fundamentally misunderstood as a person.    "She might as well bite my arm off. Then I would have a legitimate excuse for having nothing to give the editors by 5 today." Sunggyu's incessant whining brought Woohyun's mind back to reality. The reporter had buried his face in his palms, and was thinking about what his boss might yell at him later.    Woohyun scrolled through Sunggyu's pictures and realised what must have happened. He probably arrived at the venue late, because he barely took any good individual shots of the members even before the fiasco happened. "Are you new to the job or something?" The words slipped out of his mouth as he looked through the shots disapprovingly. At this rate, he could be a rep