The idol dusted off his clothes, a black fashionable half-suit embroidered with silver and secured around his waist with a buckle, under which he wore a white dress shirt and black tie with leather pants and lace-up combat boots. He entered the station with long, confident strides, and his lone bodyguard followed, dressed in all black with a T-shirt that stretched across his broad chest and biceps.

Mya sidled up to me, whispering in my ear playfully, something about how handsome the idol and bodyguard were. But I was so shocked that everything went by in a blur as Chan swiftly escorted them to the green room for the interview. I composed myself and followed them in with Minho trailing behind me. 

The idol sat down on one of the couches, crossing his legs and leaning back like he owned the place. He was probably rich enough to buy it too, no big deal. His bodyguard, whose name I was told was Changbin, took his place behind the couch with his arms crossed, looking straight ahead with a firm and professionally blank demeanor. 

Taking a moment to study them, I noticed, as Mya had pointed out, that they were both extremely attractive; the Idol in a blatant and showy way, the bodyguard in a modest but equally evident way.

I sat down on the couch opposite the idol, leaning forward with interest, and eventually somehow gathering the courage to speak. 

But before I could say anything, he introduced himself first, exuding an effortlessly casual and dominant aura.

"Han. Han Jisung." He flashed a charming smile. "I know, you're probably too stunned to speak. I have that affect on people." He ran a hand through his hair again, biting his lower lip and looking off into the distance. "I should apologize for how stunning I am."

I raised an eyebrow. "I was actually just about to spea—"

"𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯, I look good," He commented, holding up his sunglasses and squinting at his reflection proudly.

Minho held in a laugh, and I realized he was standing behind me. 

An anime theme song suddenly rang through the room. Han and his bodyguard, Changbin, both fished in their pockets for their phone, and Han chuckled fondly before answering a call. Changbin silently put away his phone, protected by a pink Sanrio case, when he realized it wasn't his ringing. 

"Yo," Han stated in perfect English with a crisp British accent. "What's up? Yeeaaahhh, let's party later, boom boom pow, let's get it! Yo, this cute little radio station wants an interview, I'll call you later. Yeeeaaahhh, man! Haha stop it, stop, it's not like that! Okay, stay cool, bro." 

He hung up the call, returning the phone to his pocket before sighing with dramatically feigned regret. "Everybody wants my attention, I'm getting too famous these days."

Chan, politely waiting for an opportunity to interject, took hold of the chance. "If you're ready to start the interview, sir—"

Han ignored him and turned his attention to me, suddenly leaning forward and looking me in the eye. With his elbows on his knees with his hands tented beneath his chin, he took on a serious expression, his words heavy and deliberate. "Miss, I'm sorry if I'm being too direct, but do you have boyfriend?"

Chan cleared his throat, shyly raising his voice. "Sir, the interview—"

Han sighed and dismissively waved a hand, sitting back in his chair. "Yeah, yeah, let's do it."

Chan started the recording, and I held my paper in front of me. 

"I'd like to welcome you to The Sound at 91.1 FM, thank you so much for accepting our invitation," I began with a deep breath. "Could you introduce yourself to our listeners, please?"

"The one and only Han Jisung," Han answered, sending me a wink accompanied by a haughty grin. 

"It's an honor to meet you, I'm a huge fan of your music, I—"

"Oh, you are? It's so nice to meet my fans, there are so many of them," He casually commented with a wide smirk, picking up his sunglasses again to watch his reflection and fix his hair. 

I watched him uncertainly. "Y-Yes, I'd love to ask you about your music, one song specifically, 'Secret Secret.'"

I waited for his response.

The silence in the room was loud. 

Han somehow tore his eyes away from his own reflection and looked up to stare blankly at me, bewildered. "What?"

I read the question again to make sure it was right before slowly repeating, "...Your song, 'Secret Secret.'"

He blinked multiple times as he stared off into space, trying to remember.

In a split second his eyes suddenly widened, his jaw dropping. He brought his hands up to cover his mouth as he gushed, "OH MY GOD, 'Secret Secret' is 𝘴𝘰 amazing, I love that song, it's 𝘴𝘰 beautiful!" He stated quickly, embarrased.

"You remember it, then?" I clarified, ignoring Minho's suppressed chuckles from behind me as he monitored the recording, which was a rare sound for him.

"Of course I remember it, that song is one of my favorites. Topped the charts in the best 100 in 2024, you know." Han scoffed with offense, but his cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment as he tented his hands, intertwining his fingers over his lap. The watch on his wrist caught his eye as he did so, and he suddenly stood up with a sigh. 

"Unfortunately, I'm out of time, I'm extremely busy later, I have multiple parties to attend." He shook his head, straightening his clothes. "It's so hard being a celebrity and having everyone love me." He stopped mid-straightening and threw me a glance. "I'm sure you understand."

Wh...What? What was that supposed to mean?

I stood up as well, confused. "But our interview is—"

"Sorry, I can't do autographs or pictures right now," Han held up a hand, putting on his sunglasses. 

"I wasn't about to ask for a—"

"I have to go, fame is calling me, and I must answer." Han explained as he brushed past me, approaching Chan and Minho at the back of the green room, followed by his bodyguard. 

Chan reached out a hand for Han to shake as he spoke. "Thank you for sparing the time, we—" But he was cut off as Changbin quickly stepped between them, arms spread as he raised his voice. 

"YOH, YOH, YOH, NO TOUCHING, NO TOUCHING!"

His powerful voice made me wince as it boomed through the room, leaving echoes bouncing off the walls as he glared into Chan's eyes with a determined intensity.

Chan retracted his hand, taking a half-step back, not cowering but a bit intimidated.

Han, apparently used to his bodyguard's overprotective behavior, shook his head and moved over to Minho, whipping out a notepad and pen from somewhere in his suit and writing something down. 

"Call me if you want another interview, I can't promise anything, though, I'll be very busy for the rest of my career," He stated confidently, shoving the paper into Minho's free right hand, almost making him drop the laptop that he was balancing on the palm of his left. 

Flashing a peace sign over his shoulder, Han escorted himself out with Changbin following close behind. "Ciao!"

After the two of them left, the room was completely silent, except for the low sound of Minho still attempting to contain giggles, his cheeks puffing as his lips pursed to keep the air in. 

I was glad that at least he was amused as Chan and I stared at each other, completely stunned by what just happened. He shrugged when I looked to him for an explanation, still in shock. 

"𝘐 like him," Minho provided with a smirk, stopping the recording on his laptop. 

"That was... interesting," Chan added as politely as possible, cocking his head and furrowing his brows. 

I agreed, chuckling to myself. 

𝘛𝘩𝘦 Han Jisung definitely was something.