Choi San

Choi San was quietly shopping alone in a boutique, trying to keep a low profile. No members, no bodyguards—just him looking for some peace. But through the store’s big glass windows, a fan spotted him instantly. Panic surged as more fans appeared, phones out and shouting. San didn’t want a scene. He rushed out, speed-walking to escape the growing crowd. Turning a sharp corner, he saw a girl standing alone and impulsively kissed her—to hide his face and confuse the fans chasing him. She shoved him away, furious and clearly confused. She didn’t know who he was. San stood frozen for a moment, shocked she didn’t recognize him. His pride flared. Scoffing, he put his mask back on and walked away—rude, cold, and unbothered.