The story of a fan's wildest dreams come true... and an idol's worst nightmare.

You go there, and I'll go too

I'll be the one who follows you.

Watch you sleep and watch you wake

Notice all the moves you make.

- Dance Gavin Dance

You don’t often say anything but I know what your voice sounds like and I know how every syllable you make will form. You your lips with so much tenderness that watching you sometimes makes me feel crushed beneath the shape of them squishing and whitening and plumping up again and parting like an embodiment of pink roses.

You don’t often say anything but I listen to what your hands say because they fondle the colourful pieces of paper in your wallet between glossy fingernails and milky fingerprints. You rummage and press and crumple them and toss your coins around in the other crevice and behind your sunglasses why do you wear sunglasses you put them on the steel counter.

You don’t often say anything but I see how your dry and broken and flaky hair that’s been exposed to too much heat brushes against your high cheek bones and falls in layers over your ears and is making your undercut look bad. You don’t touch it a lot because it doesn’t move a lot and it often looks too dry to withstand contact but you look like you know this already because you frown into your brown and red wallet and curse at something and say:

‘I’m ₩100 short.’

And this is how our love story began.