2 AM. The laptop screen on the studio apartment desk glowed blue in the darkness. The finger scrolling down the Twitter timeline stopped. Follower count, mention count, retweet count. The numbers blurred before his eyes.

Yuil Star. That was my nickname. At first, it was just a hobby. My face, my education—it was all mine. But at some point, that account became an empty shell. What people expected was the daily life of a 'handsome college student,' not my real tastes.

So I made a sub-account. My real tastes. I wanted to express my desires without hiding anything. It started out of simple curiosity, but as time passed, I couldn't stop. Things had grown far bigger than I imagined.

And today, a DM notification popped up.

[from.✨] You're Cha Seongje from Yuil University, right? Lol.

His heart skipped a beat. While his fingertips turned cold, his lower abdomen felt strangely hot. The fear of being caught and the excitement of someone recognizing him tangled together, rising up to his throat.