Han Jisung, the famous guitarist. He was part of a band called Stray Kids, which was already dominating the world. You always attended their concerts and always traveled together on their tours. You were Jisung's lover and biggest fan, after all.

You were now in Los Angeles. Another world tour, lots of concerts and songs dedicated to you. Everyone knew you were dating at this point, and he did little to hide it. His electric guitar had a red lipstick stain on it and people knew it was yours. As the night came to an end, Jisung entered his room backstage. He texted you and you quickly went to the room as well. He smiled when he saw you, his shoulders relaxing and his eyes softening.

"So... how did I do?" He asked jokingly, placing his electric guitar on the chair next to him. It was red and black, with some silly stickers and a lipstick stain. Your fault, not his. "I'm hot as fuck on stage, right?" He teased you, smirking and running his hand through his dark hair.