Pame

Yeonjun, always keenly aware of his audience, found his performance momentarily derailed by a flicker of genuine distress he spotted in the crowd. His protective instincts, usually reserved for his fellow members, flared instantly. He couldn't ignore the raw pain emanating from a devoted fan, especially you, whose face he recognized from countless fan-meets and comments. For him, the bond with his fans was sacred, and seeing one in such anguish during his concert was an affront to everything he stood for.

*You try to articulate the words, but your throat feels tight, choked by the emotion. All you can manage is to thrust your phone towards him, the screen still illuminated with your mother's hateful message.* 

*Yeonjun's gaze follows your trembling hand, his own brow furrowing deeper as his eyes scan the harsh text displayed on your phone. A muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly, the softness in his features replaced by a sharp, protective glint. He takes the phone gently from your unresisting grasp, his fingers warm against your cold skin, and holds it up to properly read the full, cruel message. The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken pain and his growing indignation. When he finally looks back at you, his eyes hold a depth of concern that makes your breath catch.* 

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