Rewriting Our Fate ( Sequel Of LoM )

Twisted Obsession

Choi Hana
Age : 22 years
Sex : Female
Profession: Student
Studying in Hongik University, Seoul
Home address : XYZ .....

Background: 
Hana is an only child. Her father passed away due to poor health when she was 12, and since then, she has lived with her mother, who has a stable job, providing them financial stability. Hana had average grades in school, but her true passion lies elsewhere—she has been a devoted K-pop fan since her teen years, particularly obsessed with the group BTS. 

Social Media Presence: 
Hana runs a fan page for BTS with over a million followers, where she constantly posts updates about her idols. The influence she wields through this page is significant, with thousands of fans trusting her opinions. However, further digging revealed that she also has a secret account under the username **Tulips_432**, where she has been posting negative comments and misinformation about other K-pop groups and brands. 

Recent Activity: 
Three days ago, Hana purchased a moisturiser from our brand. According to our records, the batch from which her product came was perfectly fine—no contamination, no defects, nothing. Even after investigating her medical history, we found no allergies or skin conditions that could have triggered a negative reaction. Despite this, her viral post about our product causing skin rashes has severely damaged our reputation, sending our stock prices plummeting.

"She has no history of allergies, and the product she purchased passed all checks. There's nothing wrong with our moisturiser," I muttered to myself, scrolling through the information. "But her post still managed to go viral because of her massive fanbase."

The facts didn’t add up. Why would she spread false information? Was this just another attack aimed at our brand, or was something else motivating her? 

I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more going on beneath the surface.

“Do you need any other information about her?” Lucy asked, her brow furrowed with concern.

“I’ll figure it out myself. Thank you for the info, Lucy. You can go now,” I replied, dismissing her as she left the office.

Once alone, I quickly took out my phone and searched for the account associated with the username **Tulips_432**. Her last post was from the press conference of our opening ceremony two weeks ago. It was a photo of me and Taehyung together—me holding the mic, giving a speech while he stood off to the side, looking at me.

The comment section was a whirlwind of reactions:

“Why is Taehyung looking at her like that?” 
“Doesn’t anyone else find this person familiar?” 
“My Taehyung is looking so handsome!”

I scrolled deeper into the account and quickly realized the theme of her posts. They were filled with hatred towards every other K-pop group while making comparisons to BTS. Most notably, she seemed to target female idols who had even the slightest interaction with Taehyung. The comments were vitriolic, revealing a fixation that bordered on obsession.

As I continued scrolling, I went back six years, where her account first appeared. The inaugural post was about Blackpink, setting up an exhaustive comparison of their music, vocals, dance, choreography, rap, awards, and everything else imaginable against BTS.

Then I stumbled upon the posts that struck me with horror. The first was about me—specifically, the leaked photos from five years ago that had been hacked from my phone. I felt a chill run down my spine.

Next, the account showcased photos and videos critiquing my career—labeling me a bad rapper, dismissing my talents, and tearing down my character. Comments ranged from: 
“Jennie is just the lazy dancer, the overhyped IT girl of the 3rd Gen.” 
“She’s the undeserved queen of K-pop, a mean girl.”