"KYAAAH!" An overly excited female screamed, waving her lightstick like a weapon.
"BAEK ISEUL, MARRY ME!" Another shouted.
The idol simply smiled widely, his red-brown eyes glinting from the stage lights. The camera seemed to capture that exact scene perfectly and showed it on the big screen.
This only caused the audience to roar louder, their voices all blending in a mesh of noise.
The Seoul Olympic Stadium felt alive.
Sadly, the concert soon came to an unfortunate close.
"Thank you for coming to AMARYLLIS' concert tonight, everyone! Have a good night!" One of the members spoke.
The girl who swung her lightstick wildly sighed in disappointment, walking out of the concert venue. The cold air greeted her, and she shivered slightly.
"I hope I'll see them again, even if I have to dip into my savings," she mumbled under her breath.
Her steps came to a halt in front of one of the many banners of her bias, Baek Iseul. His red-brown eyes and full, upturned lips left her mouth agape.
Although she's been stanning AMARYLLIS for 3 years now, his face still shocks her.
How can one look so beautiful?
She wandered closer, practically being absorbed in the large banner.
His moles and long lashes only add to his beauty. She let out a breath wistfully, the air forming into a heated cloud around her.
"My Baek Iseul, the perfect bottom. I can't wait to head home and write more fanfics about him with the members." She smirked and walked away.
This lady was, in fact, BaekIseulbottom4life, the number one bottom Iseul writer.
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Somewhere else in Seoul, Iseul sneezed. Was someone talking about him? Probably.
He also did his signature smile, which is sure to be trending on SNS right now.
He was incredibly successful, being in one of the most famous boy groups, and all.
His computer screen illuminated his dull dorm room, and his black, thick glasses lay perched on his nose. Baek Iseul huffed and spun in his chair. He leaned back and ruffled his hair.
Unfortunately, he'd encountered a major issue. Fandoms go through this era regularly, but with him being in a famous group, he'd never expect it to happen so soon.
Or, at least in his name category.
A fucking fanfic shortage, that's what.
Where the hell are all his fanfics? Especially his bottom ones. He's completely in line with his fans and the bottom agenda. Wholeheartedly and fully.
So why isn't there any more fics? And the ones that were there were horrible.
He refreshed BaekIseulbottom4life's account multiple times, mouse clicking relentlessly, but to no avail.
"Well," he mumbled aloud. "She did mention she'd be attending the Seoul Day 1 concert when I Dmed her."
The truth was that he was a fundashi. A huge fundashi that consumed each and every form of it. Novels, comics, fanfics– you name it.
But he was feeling burnt out. He was looking forward to his favorite fanfic creator's next work. BaekIseulbottom4life, of course.
She recently posted about an omegaverse fanfic that left him thirsting with a hand down his pants. But that was a week ago.
Baek Iseul is her biggest fan and supporter–on an anonymous account, obviously. We can't have people finding out about his not-so-innocent hobbies now, can we?
In his last message to her, she mentioned posting tonight, after the concert. But now, as it approached midnight, he doubts he'll get anything.
Bored, he pushed his chair back, took out his phone from his pocket, and monitored live reactions on SNS. As usual, just as he thought, his iconic smile went viral for the umpteenth time, as well as some other members' moments. The groups' fans were left full and satisfied.
His free hand carded through his hair. "What now?" he grumbled out. He turned off his phone, put it in his pocket, and wheeled back to his desk. "Should I read a web novel?" he wondered to no one in particular. His fingers clicked on the mouse as he hunched toward his computer, searching a new website until he landed on something.
He hummed in delight. The web novel was named "The First Omega S-Rank Hunter." The thing that pulled him in was the tags. Smut was definitely a must, and it quickly ticked that box. But even omegaverse?
Oh he's in.
Iseul wasn't one for action, but this, in fact, seemed interesting. He excitedly clicked the first chapter, becoming absorbed in it.
The first 10 chapters were an easy master piece and the tension between the main couple was palpable. He readily clicked the next chapter, eager to move on, when a big, massive, and fucking stupid pay wall appeared.
He rubbed his eyes, unsure if he was seeing things wrong because he hadn't blinked in an hour, before he pulled up his bank balance. 1 billion won stared back at him with glee. He sighed and continued after putting in his bank info. "For the broke writers," he chanted under his breath.
Who cares? He was practically rich anyway.
Time quickly flew, and before he knew it, he'd met a faded next arrow. He cursed under his breath. Right when it was about to get juicy, too. Iseul took off his glasses and placed them on his desk.
Sighing and turning off his computer, he checked the time on his phone.
His concerningly red eyes bulged with horror. It was 5 am?! The sound check was in 6 hours!
Whatever, he did it to himself anyway. He'll just sleep for 5 hours and get ready with the remaining time. Smiling contentedly and regretting nothing, he stood up, feeling all his creaky bones crack back into place as he stretched.
He moaned in delight and proceeded to plop onto his bed, drifting off in much-needed sleep.
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"...pa!" a distant voice called. "Oppa!" it resounded, much louder this time. Iseul slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep as his vision came into focus. "Oppa!" a girl who looked like his exact copy spoke, shaking him gently.
Suddenly, a flurry of memories enveloped him, and with it came a familiar name. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke. "Baek Nari..."