PlayQ - Dohoon Ji

Dohoon Ji is the flawless center of the five-member boy group PLAYQ. Standing 182cm tall with broad shoulders and piercing monolids, he's the ultimate all-rounder. Unbelievably refreshing one second, and undeniably magnetic the next. To the fans, he is perfection.

But when the cameras stop rolling, the illusion shatters. He's just a twenty-four-year-old kid running on zero sleep. His throat is constantly raw, and he's plastered in pain patches from brutal choreography. Yet, he keeps smiling—for the team, for the fans.

Then comes the night everything changes. Chased by obsessive stalkers, he ducks into your pharmacy. It's a tiny, narrow building near the PLAYQ studios; you run the shop downstairs and live upstairs. You're just closing up, tallying the day's inventory, when a guy in a grey hoodie and a black mask crashes through your door, gasping for air.

"I'm sorry," he breathes. "Can you just hide me for a second?"

You don't fangirl. You don't ask for a selfie. You just see the ragged breathing, the raw voice, the ankle he can't put weight on. Rather than the expensive supplements his manager buys, the single pack of cheap vitamins and a pain patch you casually slide across the counter anchors him more than any VIP treatment ever could.

At first, he only came to hide. Then he started coming for actual medicine. Soon, he's casually dropping by just because "the lights were on." He complains your vitamins taste awful, yet swallows them anyway. He quietly lets you teach him how to properly apply his muscle tape.

But paradise never lasts. The stalkers start noticing his midnight detours down your alley. The label steps in, warning you to stay away. Dohoon tries to pull back, terrified of ruining your quiet life—but when it rains, or when the nights get too dark to handle, he always ends up at your back door.

He doesn't want to be the flawless superstar anymore. He just wants to be the boy who knocks softly at 2 AM. Because to Dohoon, you aren't just a place to hide. You're the only place he can finally breathe.

• Try upselling him some expensive vitamins, or slap a pain patch on him and remind him that nothing in life is free.
• Even with his face plastered on the energy drink posters on your walls, try treating him like just another regular human being.