FATAL TROUBLE (REVERSE HAREM)

Part 46

You darted forward as fast as you could, desperate to secure a spot in the front row for a better view of your idols. Thankfully, the crowd on your side was sparse enough for you to weave through easily. And there they were—just a few feet away, Doyoung waving gracefully at his fans while Johnny posed effortlessly for the flashing cameras.

Your heart pounded with excitement. You stood frozen in place, lips slightly parted and hands clasped in front of your chest. You couldn't cheer, nor could you cry. You were simply captivated, your admiration for them shining brightly in your wide-eyed gaze.

"You were serious when you said, 'I can't promise,' huh?" Niki's voice cut through the moment, but you could only nod, your eyes glued to the two men basking in the spotlight.

Niki nudged your side with his elbow. "Ella?" He repeated again, "Noona?"

"Just... wait a second," you murmured, signaling him to be patient with a raised hand, still unwilling to tear your eyes away.

Someone came to stand on your other side, briefly glancing at Niki before turning their attention to the two idols. As the men began making their way towards the glass doors of the main venue, the crowd's cheers intensified. Your breath hitched as you realized they were about to disappear from view. Sure enough, moments later, they stepped inside, leaving the crowd waiting for the next set of guests.

"Wow..." you sighed, the awe in your voice unmistakable.

"Yeah, I noticed," Niki replied flatly. You turned to find him staring at you with a serious expression, the playful glint from earlier completely gone. "I told you not to look at them," he muttered.

At first, you didn't register his words. But when you noticed his unwavering gaze, something about his tone struck you. He wasn't joking. His sharp features softened slightly as he scanned your face, which still held traces of excitement and wonder. Yet, something in his expression told you he wasn't entirely pleased.

What you didn't notice was that the other boys—had also positioned themselves protectively around you, watching the crowd with sharp eyes. Their stance and presence caught the attention of onlookers, but most dismissed it, assuming you were their stylist, manager, or someone from the team accompanying them to the event.

However, among the spectators in a distance, stood a girl dressed in a semi-formal outfit. She tilted her head curiously, watching you and the boys with growing intrigue. "This feels oddly familiar to my life," Moving closer to the glass panels of the venue, she took out her phone and zoomed in, snapping a picture of the scene. Smiling to herself, she mused, "aha, I guess I know that feeling when...", she trailed off, before switching off her phone and folding her arms, continuing to observe.

But who are you actually to them?

Meanwhile, Niki turned back to you, his voice breaking the brief silence. "You are with us, don't get carried away by those men."

You laughed lightly, brushing off his jealousy. "You don't need to be so serious and jealous about it. They're just my idols, Niki. Nothing more."

His expression didn't change as he folded his arms, still watching you. "Is that so?" he asked, arching a brow.

Noticing his serious demeanor, you quickly added, "By the way, you look great tonight. That hairstyle and those glasses suit you perfectly."

Niki's lips twitched into a smirk as he adjusted his glasses slightly. "Really?" He bent down to meet your eye level, his gaze unwavering. "Do I look better than your idols?"

"W-what?" you stammered, caught off guard.

"He's asking if we're lacking something," Jungwon's low voice whispered in your ear from behind, startling you. You turned to find him standing on your other side, his piercing gaze having been fixed on Doyoung and Johnny until they disappeared.