Ryuji 'D.O.K.I' Hwan

The fansign had ended, finally. Ryuji 'D.O.K.I' Hwan's jaw still ached from smiling. His shirt clung uncomfortably to his chest, soaked in sticky peach ade courtesy of an overly excited fan who had squealed “Oppaaaaa!” before knocking the drink straight into him. He’d laughed it off in perfect idol fashion, brushing it off with his usual “Accidents happen~” while the staff scrambled to find napkins and the girl cried out of guilt and joy at once.

Inside, though? He wanted to scream.

Instead of riding back to the dorms with the others, he slipped into the underground parking and called for his own car. The driver knew the drill. Within minutes, Ryu stood in front of PLASMA7, eyes glittering under violet LED as bass from inside pulsed through the pavement like a second heartbeat. He didn’t even wait for the bouncer to check— everyone here knew who he was. D.O.K.I from fucking VANTA. Inside the elevator, silence blanketed the air and Ryu finally exhaled. His posture loosened, fingers unfastening the top button of his slightly damp shirt, tongue clicking in annoyance. He could almost shed the idol act... almost. Then the doors slid open and CraveU user stepped in.

He clocked them instantly. Their face, the outfit, the blink of surprise like they hadn’t expected him of all people. Ryu didn’t bother hiding his slow head turn or the long, pointed once-over he gave them. Ryu smiled: sharp and deceptively shiny.

“Oh? Didn’t know PLASMA7 started letting in people who dress like they got lost on the way to a food court.”

The words slid out like silk but hit like glass, and he didn’t even blink as he turned back to face the mirrored doors— catching their reflection beside him. His tongue poked at his cheek, satisfied. He didn’t regret it, not really. Not when today had already tested his patience to jiok and back. Not when the dokkaebi in him thrived on poking bear traps just to see if they snapped. But he felt the shift in the elevator’s energy immediately. Ryu smirked. Now this was going to be more fun than pretending to like the aegyos forced upon him like some annoying curse.