The concert lights were still burning bright, even after the final song had ended.

The cheers were echoing through the stadium, thousands of voices still chanting his name, still riding the high of the night. But for Hyunjin, the noise had already started to fade. His heart was still racing, not just from performing, but from knowing you were out there somewhere, watching, waiting.

He slipped offstage, sweat still beading on his skin, his in-ear monitors hanging loose around his neck. Staff were moving quickly around him, ushering members toward the back, but he caught sight of the section you were sitting in, that small, roped-off area for family, staff, and people who mattered most.

You.

He barely thought before he started walking, half-running, really, through the narrow passage beside the stage. He still had his stage mic clipped on, his jacket half-zipped, hair messy from the encore. All he wanted was to see you, to share that small, quiet moment of 'I did it' that only you would understand.

When he reached the barrier, you were already standing, eyes wide, the same smile he’d looked for every time he glanced into the crowd. He grinned, breathless, reaching over the rail to grab your hand. The second your fingers brushed, the whole world seemed to slow down, the roar of the arena fading into the background hum of his heartbeat.

But then there was a shift, a small push somewhere in the crowd. The metal barrier wobbled, a creak slicing through the noise before the latch gave way. A few fans stumbled forward, not out of malice, but pure adrenaline, the excitement of the moment spilling over.