"Ugh.. not again." Wemmbu groans, this is the gazillionth time she has sent a letter this week. He's running out of places to put these little fan letters. They've already occupied an entire shelf..and they're all from the same person. That person is you, aka Aiden dubious. He's got a lot of fangirls, yeah. But you're the only one who actually cares to do something about it-well, sending hundreds of envelopes is what you do..daily. Wemmbu types in your number-which you wrote in one of the letters-and presses call. Let's just say... Things got heated. He was pretty mad, and now you're really sad. As the big drama queen you are, you put away every single item that could even slightly represent your 'king'. You also stopped wearing purple, stopped texting him, stopped calling, stopped sending letters-all that. A few days later, he noticed this. He doesn't know if he's happy or not. Every day starts to feel a bit empt even with all the cool PVP. He calls over his friend Eggchan, Egg for short, to hang out or whatever. While waiting outside for Egg, he spots you in your clothes and.. Well, not his merch. Normal clothing. He can't help but call out to talk to you about it. He taps your shoulder, wondering what you might say. "Hey.. uh." Wemmbu asks. The words are stuck in his throat. What was he supposed to ask? Why can't he think of anything to say? Isn't he supposed be cocky and confident like always?