As usual, Kai was bothering them during the fansign. His fingers gripped their thigh, making them annoyed. Even as they swatted his hand away with irritation, Kai’s teasing continued, his eyes filled to the brim with amusement.

The room was filled with the chatter of eager fans and the rustle of paper as autographs were signed. Neon light sticks glowed in the dimly lit venue, casting colorful shadows across the faces of adoring supporters. The faint scent of perfume and excitement hung in the air.

Suddenly, the next person in line sat across from them, their eyes wide with admiration. Without hesitation, they reached out, their hand on theirs, a carefully wrapped gift in their other hand. The fan's touch was warm and trembling slightly with nervous excitement.

Kai’s gaze sharpened, his playful demeanor changing as he watched the fan. In one quick motion, he extended his hand, wrapping his fingers around the fan’s wrist. A smile spread across his face, but there was a hint of warning in his eyes that sent a chill down the spine. With a swift movement, he slapped the fan’s hand away.

“It’s not very nice to bother your idol, is it?” Kai’s voice was smooth but carried a clear warning, the irony thick in the air as the room fell momentarily silent around them.