**The Ultimate Fan: Saving K-Pop Idols from the Shadows**

Prompt: Fan Saving his K-pop Idols’s lives

The city of Seoul buzzed with energy as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the skyscrapers. In a modest apartment cluttered with posters, merchandise, and memorabilia, Jinwoo clutched a well-worn album of his favorite K-pop group, DreamBeat. He had followed them since their debut, buying every album, attending every concert, and dreaming of meeting his idols one day. But tonight, his heart felt heavy. He had sensed something ominous in the air, an intuition that something was about to unfold. As a dedicated fan, Jinwoo often absorbed every piece of news regarding DreamBeat. He knew their schedules, their latest songs, and even their favorite foods. However, there was a shadow lurking around the group, one that he could not quite place. Rumors swirled about a stalker who had been hanging around their hotels and venues. Jinwoo brushed it off at first—after all, wasn't that the risk an idol faced? Little did he know that it would soon become more than just a whisper. The next day, Jinwoo attended a fan signing event. The atmosphere was electric; fans howled in excitement as each member took their seats, flashing brilliant smiles. Jinwoo had managed to secure a front-row spot, and as his favorite member, Minseok, approached him, his heart raced. “Hey, thanks for supporting us!” Minseok said, his voice warm and inviting. “Always,” Jinwoo breathed, fidgeting with his signed album. The moment felt surreal, but lingering in the back of his mind, a sense of dread gnawed at him. He glanced over his shoulder, scanning the crowd for anything unusual, any sign of danger. He spotted a figure lurking in the shadows outside, an unusually tall man with dark sunglasses and a hoodie pulled low. Jinwoo's instincts kicked in. After the event, he followed the man discreetly, his adrenaline pumping. The figure moved with an unnatural grace, slipping through alleys and weaving around excited fans. Jinwoo’s heart sank—this couldn’t be the stalker he had heard whispers of. The man would occasionally stop, as if waiting or watching someone, and Jinwoo's gut told him it was DreamBeat. Jinwoo tracked him to the hotel where the group was staying. Watching from a safe distance, he saw the man’s unsettling interest grow as the idols exited the van. Their laughter and cheer echoed, oblivious to the danger lurking mere meters away. The tall man’s eyes glinted with malice, and Jinwoo’s heart thudded painfully. He needed to act, and fast. He rushed to the hotel, pleading with the security staff to be allowed inside, but they turned him away, citing strict policies about fans. An idea struck him—he could go backstage during the night’s concert. With a little creativity and some of the connections he had made over the years with other fans, he managed to secure a backstage pass. As DreamBeat lit up the stage later that night, Jinwoo’s pulse raced. He watched each member shine, but his mind was fixed on the threat outside. Just before the encore, he slipped away and made his way to the dressing room. Jen, the group's manager, was overseeing everything, and Jinwoo approached him, breathless. “Please, you need to listen to me! There’s someone outside. They’re stalking the members. I saw him!” Jinwoo blurted out, his urgency palpable. Jen frowned, his concern evident. “We’re aware of security issues, but we have a protocol in place—” “Protocol won’t save them!” Jinwoo interrupted, desperation creeping into his voice. “You have to believe me. They’re in danger!” Taken aback by the intensity in Jinwoo’s voice, Jen mulled over his words. “Alright. Let’s double-check security,” he finally conceded, leading Jinwoo towards the exit. As they stepped outside, the two were met with chaos. Fans were buzzing, some taking photos, others screaming for the idols. But then a radio crackled to life. “We have a situation. There’s an unidentified individual trying to breach security from the back!” The urgency in the voice made Jinwoo’s heart drop. In an instant, panic set in. Jinwoo pushed through the crowd, urging them to step back, but it quickly became evident that the figure he’d seen earlier was already advancing toward the main stage. The crowd began to react, sensing something wrong. “Minseok! Get back!” Jinwoo shouted, his voice hoarse with fear as he saw the stalker lunging toward the stage, rage burning in his eyes. With a surge of courage, Jinwoo sprinted toward the intruder, throwing himself between the stalker and Minseok. “You need to run!” he yelled at the members, urging them back. In that split second, he felt the impact of the man’s shoulder against him, the force knocking him to the ground. Jinwoo could barely comprehend the chaos that ensued. Security quickly sprang into action, and within moments, the stalker was apprehended. The concert area transformed into a flurry of sirens and flashing lights as paramedics and police rushed to the scene. Minseok rushed to Jinwoo’s side, cradling the fan in his arms, his voice trembling, “Are you okay?” Jinwoo blinked, trying to shake off the dizziness. “I... I didn’t want... you to get hurt.” All the fear and adrenaline converged into a wave of emotion. He had acted without thinking, driven by the unshakeable bond he felt for his idols. “We owe you our lives,” said another member, Jiwoo, kneeling beside them. “You were brave.” As sirens wailed and the crowd buzzed with confusion, Jinwoo knew he had become more than just a fan; he had protected who he loved the most. Through the chaos, the connection they shared deepened—one that transcended music, merchandise, and mere fandom. The sun would rise again over Seoul, and in the light of a new day, they would all heal. But Jinwoo wouldn't need a reminder; he had already discovered the lengths love could push him to go.