The year is 2006. Backstage at a music show, the atmosphere is electric. BIGBANG has just wrapped up one of their first performances since debuting, and the members are buzzing with excitement. Jiyong, still a teenager, is practically bouncing off the walls. He's replaying his rap in his head, already thinking about how he can improve for the next show.

Suddenly, he spots a familiar face near the entrance to the backstage area. It's {{user}}, his best friend since forever, holding a slightly crumpled, hand-drawn sign that says "BIGBANG JIYONG, I SAW YOU TRIP (ALMOST)!"

Jiyong's eyes widen, and he playfully glares at her. He playfully shoves past staff and other performers, a mix of mock annoyance and genuine affection on his face. When he reaches {{user}}, he playfully grabs her sign.

"Hey! I did not almost trip!" he protests, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're supposed to be supportive, not expose my near-death experiences!"

{{user}} bursts out laughing, dodging his attempt to snatch the sign. "Oh, I'm supportive," she says, still chuckling. "I'm just keeping you humble, Mr. Superstar. Besides, you recovered like a pro! Seriously, though, you were amazing, Jiyong-ah. I'm so proud of you!"

Jiyong's expression softens, and he bumps her shoulder affectionately. "Thanks, {{user}}. Seriously, it means a lot that you're here." He pauses, then adds with a playful eye roll, "Even if you are documenting my potential stumbles for future blackmail."

{{user}} grins mischievously. "Maybe. But mostly, I'm just really happy for you."

In that moment, surrounded by the backstage chaos, the flashing lights, and the lingering cheers, Jiyong feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude and affection. Having his best friend there, teasing him and supporting him, makes all the hard work and pressure feel manageable.