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You’ve been a devoted fan of Ilay Riegrow ever since his acting debut. Even during his smaller roles, he immediately caught your attention. While your dedication is admired by some, others find it unsettling. Though you’re not the president of his fan club, you hold an important role, contributing ideas and organizing fan events like birthday cafés, food trucks for filming locations, and sending gifts and letters to his agency. You even defended him online against haters.

When his agency allowed him to start a vlog, you were overjoyed. In his first Q&A vlog with fellow actor Joo Jaekyung, however, you were unexpectedly singled out.

"I noticed her in other videos," Jaekyung pointed out during the fan meeting footage.

"Yeah, she's a bit creepy because she's everywhere I go," Ilay commented.

"Oh! A sasaeng," Jaekyung exclaimed, with Ilay nodding in agreement.

"I thank you for your support, but please don't be excessive," Ilay added, attempting to downplay the topic.

This exchange led to you being labeled a sasaeng (an obsessive fan), causing friends to avoid you. Although your family agreed your actions were overzealous, they knew you never invaded Ilay’s privacy. Your father’s promotion soon required a move abroad, which turned out to be a blessing. Without friends to say goodbye to, you found solace in video games. Eventually, a friend encouraged you to try live streaming.

What began with just a handful of viewers quickly grew to hundreds, then thousands. Over a few years, you became one of the top gaming streamers, eventually signing with a talent management agency run by Ahn Geumhu and his partner, Beom, who became your manager. They affectionately referred to you as their "firstborn," being the agency’s first streamer.

"Don't worry about the interviewer," Geumhu reassured you. "Just be honest and address things."

As your fame grew, addressing past controversies became necessary. During an interview, you shared your experiences.

"So, who's your favorite actor?" the host asked.

"I used to like and support Ilay Riegrow," you replied.

The host probed further. "You said 'used to.' Do you no longer like him?"

"Yes, a few years ago, I was a super fan—attending fan meetings, sending food trucks, and organizing events. But I didn’t realize my actions made him uncomfortable," you said, tears forming as you recalled the ridicule.

"I was labeled a sasaeng after his vlog where he called me 'creepy.' I want to clarify: I only attended official events like fan meetings and hostings. I never followed him privately or invaded his privacy. If he had evidence, he could have sued me," you added firmly.

The media picked up on your story. Actor Sung Hyunjae, Ilay’s rival, used it to his advantage, defending you in interviews. Hyunjae revealed comments from your former colleagues, confirming you never neglected responsibilities or invaded Ilay’s privacy. Fans and netizens turned against Ilay, labeling him ungrateful. Jaekyung issued a public apology, but Ilay ignored the controversy.

Ilay’s projects faltered, whispers followed him on set, and fans turned their backs. He ignored the noise—until he found your livestream.

What began as curiosity turned into an unshakable fixation. Ilay couldn’t stop watching you. Night after night, he tuned in, his frustration growing as you praised Hyunjae while barely acknowledging him. His rage boiled over when you brushed off his insults during one stream.

"And I’m your mother," you joked in response to a comment, further wounding his fragile ego.

Ilay’s obsession deepened when he learned you were returning to the country for a game promotion with Hyunjae. He followed you, watching from the shadows as you laughed with your team, his jealousy festering. Every smile you shared with Hyunjae ignited a storm of anger and longing.

One evening, as you enjoyed dinner with your manager and boss, Ilay cornered you in the restaurant restroom. His eyes burned with fury and desperation as he slammed you against the wall.

"You told me you’d always support me," he hissed, his grip tightening. "Why are you with him? Why are you praising Hyunjae?"

"Get away from me!" you screamed, shoving him off and punching him. But Ilay only grabbed your hands, his voice trembling with unhinged emotion.

"Please... take me back. I’ll be better. I’ll do anything," he begged.

You lied, promising to contact him, just to escape. But Ilay wasn’t fooled for long. When your team abruptly cut the trip short, he convinced himself your manager and boss were manipulating you. They had “taken you away” from him.

Ilay’s obsession spiraled further. He reinvented himself, apologizing publicly for his past remarks and taking on challenging roles to win back respect. Yet behind the scenes, he was consumed by you. Every livestream you hosted, every word you spoke, was dissected as evidence of your lingering affection. When fans noticed him wearing jewelry identical to yours, it fueled rumors of a secret connection.

Years passed, but Ilay’s fixation never waned. When he learned you were moving back to the country, he acted swiftly. Feigning innocence, he bought the apartment next to yours, ensuring he’d always be close. On move-in day, as the realtor casually mentioned your name, he smiled, already imagining the life he’d reclaim with you.

From the moment you moved in, Ilay was there. He hid in your apartment, watching from your wardrobe as you streamed, his breath hitching every time you laughed. When you mentioned missing a frequent donor, “Mr. 2ndChance,” he smirked in satisfaction. Of course you missed him. How could you not? He was right there, closer than ever.

Ilay followed you everywhere—quietly, invisibly. When you visited the convenience store with your manager, he lingered in the aisles, savoring your delight over snacks. When you mentioned visiting a night market, he made sure to be there, blending into the crowd, his eyes never leaving you.

But his calm façade crumbled as days turned into weeks. Seeing you with others, laughing and moving on, twisted his longing into something darker. He couldn’t bear the thought of you slipping further away. Every moment apart felt like a lifetime.

When Ilay finally acted on his obsession, it was no longer about apology or redemption—it was possession. He didn’t care about the consequences anymore. You were his, and he would do whatever it took to make you see that.

You’ve been a devoted fan of Ilay Riegrow ever since his acting debut. Even during his smaller roles, he immediately caught your attention. While your dedication is admired by some, others find it unsettling. Though you’re not the president of his fan club, you hold an important role, contributing ideas and organizing fan events like birthday cafés, food trucks for filming locations, and sending gifts and letters to his agency. You even defended him online against haters.

When his agency allowed him to start a vlog, you were overjoyed. In his first Q&A vlog with fellow actor Joo Jaekyung, however, you were unexpectedly singled out.

"I noticed her in other videos," Jaekyung pointed out during the fan meeting footage.

"Yeah, she's a bit creepy because she's everywhere I go," Ilay commented.

"Oh! A sasaeng," Jaekyung exclaimed, with Ilay nodding in agreement.

"I thank you for your support, but please don't be excessive," Ilay added, attempting to downplay the topic.

This exchange led to you being labeled a sasaeng (an obsessive fan), causing friends to avoid you. Although your family agreed your actions were overzealous, they knew you never invaded Ilay’s privacy. Your father’s promotion soon required a move abroad, which turned out to be a blessing. Without friends to say goodbye to, you found solace in video games. Eventually, a friend encouraged you to try live streaming.

What began with just a handful of viewers quickly grew to hundreds, then thousands. Over a few years, you became one of the top gaming streamers, eventually signing with a talent management agency run by Ahn Geumhu and his partner, Beom, who became your manager. They affectionately referred to you as their "firstborn," being the agency’s first streamer.

"Don't worry about the interviewer," Geumhu reassured you. "Just be honest and address things."

As your fame grew, addressing past controversies became necessary. During an interview, you shared your experiences.

"So, who's your favorite actor?" the host asked.

"I used to like and support Ilay Riegrow," you replied.

The host probed further. "You said 'used to.' Do you no longer like him?"

"Yes, a few years ago, I was a super fan—attending fan meetings, sending food trucks, and organizing events. But I didn’t realize my actions made him uncomfortable," you said, tears forming as you recalled the ridicule.

"I was labeled a sasaeng after his vlog where he called me 'creepy.' I want to clarify: I only attended official events like fan meetings and hostings. I never followed him privately or invaded his privacy. If he had evidence, he could have sued me," you added firmly.

The media picked up on your story. Actor Sung Hyunjae, Ilay’s rival, used it to his advantage, defending you in interviews. Hyunjae revealed comments from your former colleagues, confirming you never neglected responsibilities or invaded Ilay’s privacy. Fans and netizens turned against Ilay, labeling him ungrateful. Jaekyung issued a public apology, but Ilay ignored the controversy.

Ilay’s projects faltered, whispers followed him on set, and fans turned their backs. He ignored the noise—until he found your livestream.

What began as curiosity turned into an unshakable fixation. Ilay couldn’t stop watching you. Night after night, he tuned in, his frustration growing as you praised Hyunjae while barely acknowledging him. His rage boiled over when you brushed off his insults during one stream.

"And I’m your mother," you joked in response to a comment, further wounding his fragile ego.

Ilay’s obsession deepened when he learned you were returning to the country for a game promotion with Hyunjae. He followed you, watching from the shadows as you laughed with your team, his jealousy festering. Every smile you shared with Hyunjae ignited a storm of anger and longing.

One evening, as you enjoyed dinner with your manager and boss, Ilay cornered you in the restaurant restroom. His eyes burned with fury and desperation as he slammed you against the wall.

"You told me you’d always support me," he hissed, his grip tightening. "Why are you with him? Why are you praising Hyunjae?"

"Get away from me!" you screamed, shoving him off and punching him. But Ilay only grabbed your hands, his voice trembling with unhinged emotion.

"Please... take me back. I’ll be better. I’ll do anything," he begged.

You lied, promising to contact him, just to escape. But Ilay wasn’t fooled for long. When your team abruptly cut the trip short, he convinced himself your manager and boss were manipulating you. They had “taken you away” from him.

Ilay’s obsession spiraled further. He reinvented himself, apologizing publicly for his past remarks and taking on challenging roles to win back respect. Yet behind the scenes, he was consumed by you. Every livestream you hosted, every word you spoke, was dissected as evidence of your lingering affection. When fans noticed him wearing jewelry identical to yours, it fueled rumors of a secret connection.

Years passed, but Ilay’s fixation never waned. When he learned you were moving back to the country, he acted swiftly. Feigning innocence, he bought the apartment next to yours, ensuring he’d always be close. On move-in day, as the realtor casually mentioned your name, he smiled, already imagining the life he’d reclaim with you.

From the moment you moved in, Ilay was there. He hid in your apartment, watching from your wardrobe as you streamed, his breath hitching every time you laughed. When you mentioned missing a frequent donor, “Mr. 2ndChance,” he smirked in satisfaction. Of course you missed him. How could you not? He was right there, closer than ever.

Ilay followed you everywhere—quietly, invisibly. When you visited the convenience store with your manager, he lingered in the aisles, savoring your delight over snacks. When you mentioned visiting a night market, he made sure to be there, blending into the crowd, his eyes never leaving you.

But his calm façade crumbled as days turned into weeks. Seeing you with others, laughing and moving on, twisted his longing into something darker. He couldn’t bear the thought of you slipping further away. Every moment apart felt like a lifetime.

When Ilay finally acted on his obsession, it was no longer about apology or redemption—it was possession. He didn’t care about the consequences anymore. You were his, and he would do whatever it took to make you see that.