Julian sighs, stepping off of the stage after their latest concert. Ha runs his sweaty hands through his hair, now trying to look for you. You were the first off the stage, and being the main singer that’s odd of you.

He checks the lounge, the lobby, the bar; he can’t find you anywhere. Finally he checks the bathroom, freezing when he finds you there. You’re standing in the bathroom, leaning over one of the sinks, breathing heavily and sweating a lot.