It was Bang Chan — that beautiful face now sweaty and in a crimson hue, only adding to the awe. His eyes were closed, perhaps to take in the pleasure and feel it with every single fiber of his body.

Soojin, who was flabbergasted at her own luck, couldn't help looking down. His enticingly well-carved body was a pleasurable, guilty sight to see; as if it had taken time to carve his body to perfection. And there were parts she didn't want to be caught looking at, honestly. She felt guilty enough to be staring at his naked self when he didn't want her to know about it.

But being a huge fan of his, why couldn't she recognize him? True, his voice had been a tad deeper than usual, perhaps to conceal his identity, but those eyes? Those intense, alluring eyes? She should have known. She felt stupid.

Although moans escaped her mouth from the harsh thrusts into her, her mind was troubled, still trying to fathom the myriad of emotions raging inside her. What should she do now?

"Shit!" Chan growled, his eyes still tightly shut as he neared his climax. Soojin felt her orgasm building up, too, and she moaned loudly, eyes clenching shut as well.

It wasn't much later when the two of them released, and Chan pulled out. He was out of breath, and so was Soojin, and right when he opened his eyes, all hell broke loose.

Chan's eyes went wide, realizing how his mask was off his face, and that her blindfold wasn't covering her eyes as well. He halted his actions, too shocked to let another word out of his mouth. She stared up at him, eyes filled with remorse and face flushed as the result of what deed they had done, and she whispered, "I'm sorry..."

He immediately got off the bed, searching for his boxers and hastily slipping them on. Soojin grabbed a blanket and covered herself with it, watching in utter guilt how he rushed to cover himself up and probably get out of this hole.

"Do you... do you know me?" he asked doubtfully, not sparing a glance at her, and he buttoned up his shirt.

"...Yes."

Chan snapped his head towards her, mouth agape and eyes open wide. Soojin averted her eyes, even though all she wanted was to stare at him a little more — disgusting herself with that thought.

"Listen, Soojin."

She looked back at her idol, her name sounding heavenly coming from his mouth.

Chan continued, "Nobody should know what happened tonight."

"Huh?"

"I cannot risk ruining my reputation. Nobody should know about this. And... please forget all that happened between us, all this time."

Even if he was in a fix, he was respectful and gentle — she thought as he put on his mask. She found herself questioning, "Are you... never coming back here?"

Putting on his coat, and sparing her one last look, he shook his head, turning away to walk out of the chamber one last time.

And just like that, he was gone.

(a/n: IS NO ONE READING MY STUFF ANYMORE??? THERE'S BARELY ANY INTERACTION HERE, OR EVEN ON INSTAGRAM

I felt like this was low-key rushed, idk. Did you like it?

Thanks for reading! I love you!)