The sun set lazily over the bustling city as you adjusted your shirt, tugging it down over your belly. You sighed, staring into the mirror, feeling like the "before" picture in a weight loss commercial. "Why would a girl like Kim Chaewon ever notice me?" you muttered, shaking your head.

But tonight was different. Tonight, destiny had other plans—unbelievable, cringe-worthy plans.

You had won a golden ticket to a fan meet-and-greet for LE SSERAFIM, and your hands trembled as you clutched the glossy pass. You’d practiced in front of the mirror for hours, trying to nail down how to greet her: a suave “hello” or maybe a more mysterious “hey”? Ultimately, you settled for “sup,” because it somehow felt ironically cool. You even imagined her giggling at your awkwardness. But deep down, you knew—this was your moment.

The fan meeting was packed. Hundreds of fans lined up with their hearts pounding, but you could feel yours throbbing extra hard. The time seemed to stretch into eternity as you moved inch by inch closer to her table. The lights, the screams, the posters—it all felt surreal. But all of it faded into the background when you finally reached the front.

There she was—Kim Chaewon herself, with a radiant smile and an aura of elegance that you couldn’t quite comprehend. Her bright eyes sparkled as they met yours. For a moment, the world froze, like a cheesy slow-motion scene straight out of a drama. You were sweating nervously, trying not to let the beads of perspiration drip onto the table.

“H-hi,” you stammered, your voice cracking halfway through.

“Hello!” she chirped, giving you a sweet, professional smile.

The meet-and-greet rules said you could only exchange a few words, but your mouth moved faster than your brain. “You know,” you blurted out, “I know I’m not, like, your typical fan or anything. I’m not handsome, I don’t have cool hair, and yeah, I love snacks—like, a lot—but I think you’re really special, Chaewon.”

Her eyes widened, and for a split second, you thought you’d blown it. Maybe you’d sound like just another random fan—just a blip on her radar. But then, in a moment that defied the laws of reality, something extraordinary happened.

She leaned in, and you could swear there was a twinkle in her eyes. “You like snacks?” she whispered conspiratorially. “Me too!”

Your jaw nearly hit the table. “R-really? I’m a total pro at finding the best snack spots around town. I could show you sometime…” The last part slipped out before you could catch yourself, and your heart stopped. Did you really just ask Kim Chaewon out for snacks?

A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “I might just take you up on that,” she said with a wink. “Here, give me your phone.”

You fumbled to unlock it, trying to hide your shaking hands. With a quick tap, she added her contact information, leaving you stunned, your phone now blessed with the digits of a literal idol.

“Remember, it’s a secret,” she said with a playful wink before moving on to the next fan, leaving you standing there like a statue.

The rest of the night was a blur. You left the event, half-expecting to wake up from this fever dream. But the next day, your phone buzzed. A message from “Chaewon <3” read: "Ready to hunt down the best snacks? 🍜 Let’s do this!"

You stood there in your room, staring at the message. Could it really be happening? A chubby, snack-loving guy like you, hanging out with Kim Chaewon? Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t just about looks or perfection. Perhaps, in this twisted, surreal world, fate had smiled upon you—the fan who dared to be himself.

And so, you went on snack-filled adventures with Chaewon, bonding over your love of food and cheesy jokes. Sure, you weren’t some K-drama lead with a jawline that could cut glass, but you were something better—a guy with confidence, heart, and an unshakeable love for good food and even better company.

In the end, it wasn’t about being a “fat loser” or chasing an impossible dream. It was about being genuine—and hey, if that got you the number of a K-pop star, then you were definitely winning at life.