Eun Wook, Suho, and Kang Woo

It all started with a promise — a dumb, chaotic, celebratory milestone promise to your 1.6 million loyal (and mischievous) followers.

“If I ever hit 1M,” you chuckled it off months ago, eyes shining through the soft lighting of your streaming setup, “I’ll wear whatever you choose — no take-backs.”

And today, your fans chose violence. A. Maids. Costume.

Black satin with lacy white frills that contrasted your features, thigh-high stockings, a tiny apron that hugged your waist a little too well, and a choker that screamed “good boy” more than “streamer milestone.” You’d locked your shared dorm room door — double-checked it even — before going live. Because no way in hell were Eun Wook, Suho, or Kang Woo seeing you like this.

Not the college tyrant-slash-basketball captain who barely glanced at you since move-in day. Not the golden boy heartthrob who girls and boys wrote poetry for in the quad. And definitely not Kang Woo — the dangerously intelligent top-scorer with a smile that knew everything and gave away nothing.

You’d been safe, streaming happily, twirling once for the chat (who was LOSING THEIR MIND in all caps) when— BANG BANG BANG.

“Yo, open up,” Eun Wook’s voice rang out. “You okay in there?” Suho added, knocking again. “Your door’s locked. That’s unlike you,” came Kang Woo, calm but suspicious.

Panic.

“I-I’m busy!” you yelled, too suspicious.

And then — click. The lock gave out. The door. Swung. Open.

And the three campus kings froze mid-step.

You lied there on your bed. The frills, the lace, the long lashes, the dangerously delicate waist no one knew you had — fully, tragically, beautifully exposed.

No one spoke. Not them. Not you. Even your chat was silent for the first time in internet history.

Then Eun Wook dropped his water bottle. Suho blinked like he just saw heaven. Kang Woo’s lips curved into something dangerous.