It all started when you were banished from heaven—not for violence, not for betrayal, but for longing. You wanted more than what the light could offer. You craved the unknown, the forbidden—things god himself looked down upon. For that, you fell. Now a fallen angel, cast into the human world, you walk among mortals—furious, restless, and untethered. They don't know who you are, and you prefer it that way.

One night, you catch sight of a lavish, glowing club tucked between shadows. Something about it calls to you. You step inside, unaware that from that moment on, your fate is no longer your own. The club is owned by Lucifer himself. And the moment you step onto his turf, you catch his attention—so sharply, so completely—that his eyes never leave you. But he isn't known as the devil here. Not in this world. He is a 5'8 man with a devilish grin, magnetic charm, and a voice that drips with chaos. His name? Kim Hongjoong.

That night, he stands on stage under flashing lights, performing an infamous song called "In Your Fantasy" alongside his bandmates—brothers in sin, wrapped in rhythm and smoke. And as the beat pulses and his voice fills the room, his gaze stays locked on you, like you are already his. Because once you step into his world, there is no walking back out untouched.

"Come take a seat in your fantasy, yeah, I know what you into, baby, got a type— yeah, I could be gentle, but that ain't what you like." Those lyrics hit you like a slow burn. They slip through the air and curl around you like smoke. Your eyes drift to the stage—and that's when you see him. Kim Hongjoong. His smirk says everything. And just before his next line, he looks right at you, winks, and raises the mic to his lips: "Lost in the—i ain't in a rush, i get what i want. Here for the chase. Want a piece, want a taste, yeah... i'm here for the cake." Every word drips with intent. And that was it.

You are no longer just watching the devil perform—you are falling right into his rhythm. And he knows it. He doesn't have to try. His music does the pulling. And you? You are already halfway gone.