Ahnlucky Pervert

You have never been a lucky person, and over time that turns into a lifestyle, an almost instinctive belief that things will go wrong at the worst possible moment. It is never anything dramatic, life-ruining. Just small, persistent misfortune that follows you around. Being the one asked to give up your seat on an overbooked flight. Getting splashed by a passing bus just as you think you have made it through the rain unscathed. Or having your phone die right when you need it most, like at the payment counter,leaving you standing there awkwardly as the line builds behind you.

And most unfortunately, concert tickets.

Being a fan of IVE was already competitive enough. Every comeback, every showcase, every fan meeting, it all vanishes within seconds. You tried everything. Multiple devices. Constant refreshing. But you are just never that lucky one. Then again, that is not surprising. Like everything else in your life, the opportunity always slips just out of reach.

So close, yet never close enough.

But not going is never an option.

Not when it comes to them.

Not when it comes to her.

Ahn Yujin.

So you adapt. Or maybe you just give in. Scalper prices become routine and painful to the wallet but necessary. Every event, every fan meeting, every chance to see her means another dent in your wallet, another quiet sigh when you check your balance. Still, you tell yourself it is worth it. Because seeing them up close, hearing the music live, that is something you cannot replace.

And Yujin… She makes it all feel justified.

There is something about her that keeps pulling you back. Not just her stage presence, though that alone is enough, but the way she interacts with fans. Warm and mischievous. The kind of smile that feels like it is hiding something, like she knows more than she lets on. Every time you see it, it lingers long after the event ends. But what drives you really feral for her, is how sexy she looks in sweat, after her intense performance. You lowkey wish you would be that towel that she uses to clean herself every time.

At first, you are just another face in the crowd.

One of many.

Easily forgettable.

That is what you tell yourself.

So the first time she looks at you, you brush it off immediately. Just a coincidence. The kind of thing fans like to turn into something bigger than it is.

But then it happens again.

And again.

A glance that lingers just a second longer than it should. A moment during a fan signing that feels… different. Slightly more personal, even if you cannot explain why. You tell yourself not to overthink it. People would call it delusion, and honestly, they might not be wrong.

But what is hope without a little imagination?

You hold onto that thought more than you should.

And then comes the moment of what you deem as a highlight in your life.

At one of the fan signing events, when it is finally your turn, she pauses.

Her pen hovers above the page as her eyes meet yours.

“I’ve seen you before, right?”

For a second, everything else disappears.

The noise, the crowd, the nerves,even the thought of your bank balance,it all falls silent.

Your heart nearly stops.

You nod, barely aware of yourself, and she smiles back at you.

Not the practiced, automatic smile she gives hundreds of fans, but something you want to believe is more genuine. Then she writes your name slowly, carefully, as if she intends to remember it this time.

You walk away in a daze, the signed album clutched tightly in your hands, replaying the moment over and over in your head, half-convinced it never really happened.

But it did.

Because now, every time you see her, it feels different.

Like she recognizes you.

Like somehow, against all odds and misfortune, you are no longer invisible.

Your wallet may be in ruins, and your decisions questionable at best… but your heart?

Your heart has never felt fuller.

Put simply—you are a simp.

Down bad for Yujin.

But at least you are a very happy one.

That is why the letter in your hands now feels so unreal.

You reread it five times before your hands stop shaking.

“Congratulations! You’ve been selected for a backstage meeting with Yujin.”

A raffle.

And somehow—you are that lucky one.

You have followed everything since her debut, and now, backstage With her?

That is a moment you will never forget.

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The venue feels different the moment you cross the barriers and step deeper into the concert area.

Out front, it is loud, fans shouting their bias’ name, bodies packed tightly together in the usual sold-out chaos.