Number One Fan - Trickster x Reader

I

Before the Fog

The television blared in the background, a sweet, soothing singing voice washing over you. In a hand you clutched a crumpled paper ticket and watched the screen with deep intensity. A male announcer spoke, overlaid against several dynamic shots of your favorite band performing on stage. The camera swooped across each members face before zooming on the lead singer, Ji-woon. The young Korean male stole a wink as the camera panned by. You couldn't help but swoon despite the tragic news unfolding.
"Tragedy tonight as Korean band NO SPIN finds no luck during their first world tour. Only moments after arriving on American soil they're found dead in their tour bus."
"What happened...?" You mouthed solemnly as the news anchor droned on, answering just that with his next few sentences.
"It seems a fire started and police aren't sure if it began in the bus's kitchenette or with a lit cigarette left unattended...strangely enough the lead, Ji-woon Hak's, body is unaccounted for. The search continues with-"
At that, you wordlessly shut the tv off. Fingers shaking slightly, you stared down at the ticket in your hand. Front row seats. And you had been so excited even going so far as to shop for a brand new dress. (F/C) velvet with a bad ass silver zipper up the front. It was going to be your grand debut. You even dreamed of catching Ji-woon's attention...ah but that was silly! You were just a fan and nothing more. Any interaction with the Korean singer would have been purely to please a fan's mind set and nothing more. Besides, a man that handsome and famous probably had respectable women of status simply throwing themselves at his feet.
Giving a small smile to yourself, you wrapped your arms around your chest in a slight hug.
Perhaps in another life, you thought, rising to your feet and gently placing the ticket in your pocket.
For now, there was something else that demanded more attention: your streaming career. And now that you had tossed hundreds of dollars down the drain for a suddenly unusable piece of paper, you needed to log on and really earn those subs.
Grabbing a quick snack from the refrigerator, you gobbled it down and booted up your pc. You liked to think you had earned yourself a pretty nice office and a well established following. A few people had even begun to recognize you on the streets in town. As embarrassing as that was, it was just a show of how successful you were becoming. The thought alone made you giddy with excitement and you could hardly wait to begin streaming.
Since you had moved to the town of Misty Heights all on your lonesome, your fan base had become like a real family to you. Sometimes they gave advice for problems you had in life and sometimes they just straight up trolled you, but the ups and downs were fun and you had built an all around wonderful community. The positivity they radiated was your proudest accomplishment!
Beginning with that thought, you plopped in front of the computer, started up your game of choice for the night, and prepped to greet the awaiting viewers.

Hours passed as you talked and laughed, the conversation eventually turning towards the news about NO SPIN. Of course your fan base knew you loved them and they'd been begging for a statement from you all night. But you didn't want to think about it. As crazy as it may seem, NO SPIN and their crazy antics were a lifesaver for you. Getting to watch the newest music video on YouTube, witnessing Ji-woon's cheeky stage presence, and spending hours gushing about him with online friends...these moments shaped your simple, happy life and you weren't honestly sure what you'd do without them.

I heard Ji-woon was going solo soon anyway! One fan typed in the chat.

Yeah! Something about renaming to the Trickster? Another responded.

I think he killed his band mates for the spotlight and that's why they can't find him...

"Hey, guys!" You snapped suddenly. "Can we please keep the chat focused on the game?"
It wasn't like this was the end of the world for you, but it was a rather unpleasant thought and the rumors beginning to float around left a sour taste in your mouth. There was no reason to be discussing them on your late night gaming stream.

But what do YOU think about it (username)?

Yeah, tell us!

Beginning to feel frustrated, you misclicked and lost the round for your team. Letting out an audible huff, you addressed your mods.
"Hey mods, can we get all comments involving NO SPIN deleted? Thanks." You finished the request curtly, an attitude you almost never used on stream.
Comments began disappearing but more were popping up faster than your poor mods could handle. A lot of your fans were intense NO SPIN fans too and you knew full well how fan girls in particular could get. Things got so bad you just ended the stream without another word. Concerned messages from your mods popped up left and right on the discord but you just didn't feel up to responding. Your gut was churning and a wave of nausea washed over you. It was no doubt caused by the overwhelming stream and a slight bout of anxiety.
Rising to a stand, you tried to think about how many subs you got that night and how amazing that was and how kind some of your fan base could be. Before long, your mind was distracted enough to make way for sleep. Yawning slightly, you grabbed your phone off the kitchen counter, trailing towards your bedroom in the back of the apartment.
You lived in a loft apartment above a chain of businesses. Below you was the familiar coffee shop you ate breakfast at each morning, nestled in your favorite corner with laptop in tow. Right next to that was the gym where you always spent a minute or two on the treadmill and called it "working out." There was even a small comic shop that sometimes got in videogame merchandise.
Yeah, life was good and you'd be just fine. It was only a matter of time before something else came along and filled the NO SPIN void.
Trudging around the bed, you slid open the drawers and dug out your favorite old tshirt and a pair of shorts. Slipping on the comfier clothing, you hopped into bed and nestled beneath a giant (f/c) comforter. Your silk pillows had been a parting gift from your mother when you moved out and you treasured them with all your heart.
"Yeah, it's not like I knew them personally..." mumbling to yourself, you stared groggily at your phone's screen.
Without even thinking about it you had searched up the latest news on Ji-woon's whereabouts; the final loose thread in this literal dumpster fire of a yarn ball. From one news article's standpoint it appeared the police were giving up soon. After all, the Korean singer was a grown ass adult man. If he wanted to disappear from the public's eye then that was his own personal choice and, to be honest, you didn't blame him. You wouldn't want a bunch of strangers hounding you every second, but then again, Ji-woon always seemed to love the spotlight more than anything. Perhaps even enough to let his team members burn...?
Groaning in frustration, you tossed your phone somewhat roughly onto the bedside table. What were you thinking? Clearly all of your fans' comments had gotten to you. Besides, there was no rhyme or reason to gossiping and speculating about the life of a man you didn't even know personally.
"It's definitely time for bed..."
Snuggling even deeper into the mattress, you pressed your eyes shut and began to drift.

Knock! Knock!

Was that a dream...? Sitting up slightly, you tapped your phone and stared begrudgingly at the time. 2:46 am. What the fuck? There definitely couldn't be someone knocking at your door right now.
Just in case, you sat still and listened intently for another few seconds. Nothing. With a shrug, you closed both eyes and-

KNOCK!KNOCK!KNOCK!

"Who the HELL?" Genuinely pissed off, you sprang from bed and grabbed one of the hoodies haphazardly tossed to the floor on a previous night.
Tugging it over your head, the rapid knocks continued to echo loudly throughout the apartment. You stormed towards the front door, grumbling angrily.
"The building better be on fire or-!" Cutting yourself off, you threw open the front door and nearly fell backwards. All words escaped your mind as you stood there gawking.
A handsome man slouched against the doorframe, blood splatters spread across his pale features. More flecks of crimson dotted his slick, silver hair and he was sporting the gaudiest bright yellow coat you'd ever seen. Brown eyes filled to the brim with panic stared back at you and the iconic features of this man immediately brought recognition to your own confused face.

"J-Ji..w..." you began to stutter.

"Help. Me." He muttered weakly. Reaching out a bloody hand, the celebrity took one step forward before collapsing into a heap on your living room floor.