Axel sat alone in his dimly lit tech room, multiple monitors casting a cold glow on his face. Lines of code raced across one screen, decrypted files on another. He leaned back with a satisfied smirk as the last barrier broke—Dessie's laptop was now an open book.
With a few swift clicks, he navigated through the files, and soon, a flood of secrets poured in—falsified credentials, plagiarized music compositions, rigged auditions, and even deliberate sabotage of fellow trainees.
Axel chuckled darkly. "Oh my," he muttered, eyes darting from one file to the next. "You sure have done it all. Faking credentials, plagiarism, sabotage... Wow, Dessie, you're good."
He continued scrolling until he noticed an encrypted folder titled "Private – Do Not Open." Naturally, it piqued his curiosity.
"If you're encrypting it, that means you really don't want anyone to see it," he murmured, lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Let's find out what's hiding behind door number one."
He cracked the encryption in less than five minutes. As the videos inside began loading, he leaned in—ready for blackmail material, maybe even financial fraud. But when the first video started playing, his jaw slackened in disbelief.
On screen, Dessie was in the middle of an explicit threesome—she was the only woman involved.
Axel recoiled immediately, throwing his hands over his eyes. "Oh my eyes! My eyes!" he cried dramatically. "What have I done to deserve this? Why?!"
He groaned, still shielding his face. "Dessie... You really have a colorful life. Honestly, with this much footage, you could launch your own porn site and give OnlyFans a run for its money."
Reluctantly lowering his hands, Axel clicked through the remaining videos. They were all sex tapes—each one more outrageous than the last. He skimmed through them, mostly unfazed—until one clip made his blood run cold.
In it, Dessie was writhing beneath a man's touch, but the name she screamed wasn't his. It wasn't even the man she was with.
It was Jayvaughn.
Axel's jaw clenched. His eyes narrowed. His entire demeanor darkened.
If anyone had walked in, they would've frozen on the spot—the air was so thick with fury it could've shattered glass.
He clicked another video. And another. Same thing. Every. Single. Time. No matter who the man was, Dessie moaned Jayvaughn's name with sickening reverence.
The corner of Axel's mouth twitched. His fists balled.
"I was just going to deal with you like a pest," he growled to himself, his voice low and dangerous. "Dump everything I found about you online and be done with it. But now you've done something unforgivable."
He stood up, pacing the room like a caged beast.
"How dare you," he hissed. "How dare you scream Jayvaughn's name like that—when you're doing something so filthy, so shameless—with other men!"
He paused, exhaling sharply through his nose as if trying to regain control. "Although... Jayvaughn is annoying," he admitted begrudgingly. "Still, he's my friend. I won't let anyone drag his name through the mud like this."
He slammed the laptop shut and sat down again, fuming. His plan had to change. He wouldn't just release everything at once anymore—that was too kind, too swift.
No, he'd play a longer game. He would make Dessie sweat. Make her squirm with paranoia. Make her look over her shoulder every single day wondering: is today the day the world finds out?
A sinister grin slowly curled on his lips.
He would destroy her bit by bit.
He opened a clean browser, activated a VPN chain across six countries, and created a fake digital identity with an encrypted email. Then he launched a gossip account on a popular but anonymous forum.
He named it: Eyes of Truth.
He reinforced the account's security with several layers of obfuscation, spoofed metadata, and randomized traffic routes—ensuring that not even seasoned cyber investigators could trace it back to him.
Axel cracked his knuckles, then typed his first post:
"30 Days of Dessie: An Idol's Hidden Sins."
Each day, he would expose a new secret, gradually escalating in severity. He would save the worst for the grand finale on Day 30. That final reveal—the sex tapes—would obliterate what little reputation she had left.
He uploaded the first entry: Dessie was a notorious high school bully. With video proof and testimonials from former classmates, it was airtight.
And he made sure to point out that Dessie didn't bully just anyone—she targeted the poor, the vulnerable, those without connections. People who couldn't fight back.
Axel tapped into his dark web network, used a few clever keyword injections, and watched as his post climbed the trending list.
"Dessie" was trending worldwide within the hour.
"Popularity has its perks," Axel muttered, eyes glinting. "Just a little push from a great hacker, and the whole world's watching."
After his successful sabotage, he leaned back in his chair and stared at the other screen—logged into the dark web.
He browsed the job listings—requests for digital infiltrations, surveillance wipes, identity creation, deep-web data recovery. Some were minor jobs. Others were far more... provocative.
He smirked. "I was looking for a side hustle anyway."
In the past, he hadn't decided what business he wanted to run while juggling his idol life. But this felt... right. Hacking for profit, strictly under-the-table, for clients too desperate or too shady to go legal.
He'd make this his side job.
Only this time, he'd change up his style a bit—nothing too different, but enough so that anyone from his old life wouldn't connect the dots. He'd take on a new digital alias.
From now on, in the underground world, he would be known simply as Ax.
He skimmed the listings again. Two jobs stood out—both requiring high-level intrusion but manageable within a few hours. He accepted them, downloaded the instructions and targets, and got to work.
Two hours later, he submitted the completed hacks and rerouted the payment to a discreet overseas account he'd opened specifically for these gigs.
Easy money.
He flagged a few more jobs to return to later. But just as he was closing the dark web dashboard, an alert popped up on his system.
Someone was trying to hack him.
Axel's eyes lit up like fireworks.
"Oh? Someone thinks they can out-hack me?" he said, voice rising with excitement. "You must've been born yesterday. Alright then. Let's play."
His fingers flew across the keyboard, setting up countermeasures, isolating the attack vector, and launching a trace protocol. Within minutes, he'd blocked and reversed the intrusion, bouncing through a chain of dummy servers until he pinpointed the source.
A government IP.
He raised an eyebrow. "A government hacker? Well, well..."
Then it hit him—one of the jobs he completed just an hour ago involved sabotaging a covert government surveillance program. They were already trying to find the perpetrator.
And they'd labeled him a cybercriminal.
Axel let out a cold laugh. "Do they think I can be found that easily?"
He shut down all his systems, encrypting logs and wiping traces with practiced precision. One by one, the lights on his hardware flickered off.
He stretched, exhaustion finally creeping into his bones. It was late—too late.
He had an early photoshoot the next day for the band's new comeback.
Still, he paused at the doorway of his computer room, casting one final glance at the powered-down monitors.
With a dry chuckle, he muttered to himself, "Well... it's in my blood to be a criminal. Might as well embrace it."
Then, with the swagger only someone like Axel could manage, he turned out the lights and headed to bed—smirking all the way.