After my brother became an idol, I became his dedicated fansite photographer. In my photos, the background was razor-sharp, but my brother’s face was melted like butter. After seeing the pictures, my brother was silent for a long time. He Venmoed me fifty bucks to delete them. I didn't give up. I tried again and again, failing every time. Finally, my brother couldn't take it anymore and told me to go photograph his "nemesis," Julian Chen. The result? A casual snap I took became a legendary photo, gaining Julian 100,000 followers overnight. Unwilling to admit defeat, my brother made me, who had already infiltrated Julian's fandom as a "big fan," come back to photograph him. After I "left the fandom," countless fellow fans DM'd me crying, begging me to return. One DM stood out. It was from Julian himself. "Am I really not as good as him?" 1 My brother, Liam, went abroad to study but ended up becoming an idol halfway through, ruining my hobby of chasing stars. I switched to photography but struggled to find subjects. Liam had a brilliant idea: "Why don't you be my fansite master? How are your photography skills?" I answered cautiously, "Uh, passable." I asked him for front-row tickets to his latest concert and went with my heavy-duty camera lens. Liam was a bit awkward but excitedly instructed me: "Sis, make sure you make your bro look handsome." Me: "Got it, got it, Bro." After the show started, Liam glanced at my spot several times. Even his teammate, Julian Chen, looked over. But I was wearing a mask and dressed like an auntie; no one recognized me. I gave Liam a determined look. He returned an even more determined look. Then Liam started posing and dancing on stage, while I sat below on pins and needles. After all, watching your own brother twerk requires a certain amount of courage. Suddenly, a scream erupted from the crowd. I looked. Oh god, Liam took his shirt off. Thankfully, just the top. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, and I squeezed mine shut tight too. Fans around me screamed hoarsely: "Liam Su! Legendary photo incoming! It's here!" Subconsciously, I pressed the shutter. After snapping hundreds of shots blindly, I finally dared to open my eyes. No, Bro, why are you still shirtless! Are you trying to ruin me? Desperately, I turned my lens toward his teammate, Julian Chen, and survived the rest of the concert relying on his peerless beauty. After the concert, I didn't check the photos and rushed backstage to wait for Liam. Liam was taking forever. I huddled in a corner, texting him to hurry up. Suddenly, a shadow fell over me. I heard a hesitant voice. "...Harper?" I looked up to see Julian's calm face. He was still wearing his stage outfit. His blonde hair was soaked with sweat, and as the lights swept over him, he seemed to shimmer with starlight. I smiled awkwardly. "Long time no see. You're even more handsome than in high school." He looked down at me, sweat sliding down his neck into the slightly open collar of his outfit. His dark eyes landed on my face. "Long time no see. Are you... waiting for someone?" 2 Liam never knew that his teammate was my high school deskmate. In our sophomore year, Julian suddenly dropped out and left school quietly. I lost my study buddy! Later, when Liam complained about an annoying junior member parachuting into the group, I realized Julian had also become an idol. Their group was a limited-time project pushed by the company. Liam was just living out his idol fantasy; he'd have to come back and inherit the family business with me eventually. Julian was different. In Liam's description, Julian got into the company relying solely on his face, easily securing a debut spot. But during training, he worked harder than anyone. He was young, hardworking, and polite to everyone—except he was cold to Liam. Liam, having been a young master for over twenty years, had a bad temper and almost fought Julian several times. After debuting, they became "nemeses" because they were equally popular. He called me every day to complain about Julian. I could only nod along. I didn't dare reveal my high school connection with Julian. Similarly, I didn't dare let Julian find out that the teammate he had been feuding with for three years was my brother. I answered vaguely, "Yeah, I'm a fan of Liam Su. Used some connections to get in... Is he busy now?" Julian's thick eyelashes trembled imperceptibly. "He shouldn't be free right now. I saw the manager looking for him." But Liam clearly said he asked for leave and would come find me right after the concert? I looked at my phone, confused. "Don't wait here. Let me treat you to dinner?" Julian suddenly stepped closer, interrupting my thoughts. I hesitated for a second, then heard my brother's voice. "Harper, waited long?" Liam walked out of the lounge briskly. Before he looked over, I subconsciously stepped back, putting distance between me and Julian. "Didn't wait long... Starving! Let's go get late-night snacks!" I hugged my brother's arm and guiltily dragged him away. Liam glanced at the dejected Julian but noticed nothing, asking smugly: "How was Bro on stage just now?" I perfunctorily said, "Bro was so handsome, handsome to death!" But I couldn't help looking back. I saw half of Julian's face hidden in the shadows, his expression unreadable. 3 After eating with Liam, I imported the 700+ photos to my phone and looked through them with him. Opening shot: Lightning strike. In the first photo, the background was razor-sharp, but Liam's face was melted like butter. A second before Liam exploded like gasoline. I quickly said, "Don't panic! That was an accident!" I thought, out of 700 photos, there must be one good one, right? Until we scrolled to the last one, the private room remained in dead silence. In the few photos where his face was visible, Liam either looked like his dentures had fallen out or his face was as rugged as moon craters. It wasn't that I didn't capture him; I just precisely captured every moment Liam rolled his eyes. Liam didn't speak. He opened his front-facing camera to confirm he hadn't mutated. Then he asked me. "Harper, you did this on purpose, right?" I lowered my head: "Even on purpose, I couldn't take photos like this, right?" Liam nodded: "True. Even my enemies would forgive me after seeing these." He Venmoed me fifty bucks to delete them. I was reluctant. This was the first time I photographed my brother's concert. It had sentimental value. I explained, "Bro, I think it's not my technique, it's the camera." "What's wrong with the camera?" "It's a Nikon. Maybe if you imitate a bird, spreading your arms and hopping on stage? It might focus better!" Liam asked in disbelief, "You're saying, let me, an idol, fly like a bird on stage? Am I crazy? Isn't there a more dignified way to get good photos?" I whispered, "Bro, don't you want to see the legendary photos your dear sister took of you?" Liam sneered: "No." At the second concert, during Liam's part. Everyone saw him singing, his expression suddenly becoming determined. Then, inexplicably, he spread his arms and flapped them vigorously with conviction. I quickly snapped the shot. Afraid that if I was a second late, Liam would flap himself into a cold. The audience fell silent for a few seconds. "What is Liam Su doing?" "I don't remember this move in the dance?" "So weird." Surprisingly, Liam's teammates held it together and didn't laugh on stage. Otherwise, it would have been a stage accident. Julian couldn't help but look back at Liam several times. Then with a dark face, his gaze precisely found my direction. My hand shook, and I accidentally took a photo of Liam looking like a Special Grade Curse. I left halfway through, ran to the hotel, and started editing photos furiously. This time, although the focus was clear, I couldn't find a single one that looked human. I closed my eyes and decided to act first, report later. I uploaded a few barely passable photos to my newly registered account "BowlOfFish." I believed there must be fellow fans who could appreciate them! Two minutes later. I was dragged into the anti-black list by Liam's fans. Sky fell! 4 I tried to explain in the Super Topic that I wasn't an anti-fan, even posting photos of the merch Liam gave me to prove my fan status. But they firmly reported my photos and advised me together. "Go home, child, okay? We're glad you like Liam Su and have unique insights, but liking him doesn't mean you have to take photos of him." Liars, they didn't believe me at all. My alt account lurking in the fan group clearly saw them discussing. [She's an anti, right? And a solo stan for someone else. She made our 6-foot Liam look like Danny DeVito, but P-shopped Julian, who only showed half a face next to him, to be so handsome. Who believes she's a fan?] [Stabilize her first, or we're doomed if she posts more black photos.] [What sin did Oppa commit to meet someone like this!] The next second, Liam called. "Harper, I beg you, delete the photos!" He sounded broken. I refused toughly: "No! Where are they ugly? You look exactly like in the photos!" Liam was almost driven mad, cursing: "Delete them, hear me? Keep them as family heirlooms or what?" I lifted my chin: "Yeah!" "Try making a donkey noise at me again? Harper, I'm telling you, I've tolerated you for a long time. If you don't delete them, wait for a beating!" Phantom pain hit my body. I remembered Liam hadn't beaten me for three years since going abroad. Just as I was about to yield to the Demon King, Liam's cursing suddenly paused. I heard Liam's impatient voice fuzzily from the other end: "Julian Chen, are you sick? I wasn't scolding you, why are you so agitated?" My heart moved. Julian was there? Feeling an approaching low pressure, Liam covered the phone mic and turned, looking at his teammate who was emitting a chill. "Who did you say you were going to beat?" Julian's face was dark, eyes deep. He just came out of the practice room, wearing a simple black t-shirt, arm muscles smooth but tense. His cold gaze fell on the phone Liam was covering. Liam was confused but instinctively cursed back. "Took the wrong meds? None of your business! You want a beating too?" Julian took a deep breath, laughing in extreme anger: "So, this is how you usually treat her." From that accidental glimpse of his teammate's lock screen, the darkness and jealousy that continued until now seemed like a joke. So the person he was jealous of was just a man who would speak abusively to her? Liam asked back with clear stupidity: "Otherwise? Treating her like an ancestor? Just coaxing her!" Julian suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly. "Indeed, I have no right to blame you." He looked at Liam steadily and said word by word: "Treat her better." Watching him walk away, Liam picked up the phone again: "My teammate seemed to have an episode just now. You think he's actually sick?" I didn't dare say a word the whole time, and I didn't dare comment now. I had a flash of wit: "Bro, did you block me on Weibo?" Liam: "Yeah."
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