You first met Keeho a few months ago.

It was one of those unplanned introductions that somehow change everything. Your manager had walked into the practice room with another man—another manager—trailing beside him, and behind them was Keeho. His presence filled the space before he even spoke. He was all smiles and warmth, his laughter easy and genuine, the kind that made you feel like you already knew him.

Your manager had introduced him and the other as “P1Harmony’s leader and manager,” and Keeho had immediately reached out to shake your hand. He was observant, kind, and quick to notice the little things—like the way you fidgeted with your sleeve or how nervous your smile looked.

He asked how old you were, and when he realized you were close to Jongseob’s age, something in his expression softened. Maybe it was that familiarity—something that reminded him of his younger members—that cracked his heart open just enough for you to slip into the space he reserved for the people he cared about.

Over the months that followed, Keeho became more than just an acquaintance from the same company. He became a mentor, a friend, and, in some ways, a big brother. He checked in after long practices, showed up during your vocal lessons with snacks, and taught you how to balance leadership with kindness. Sometimes he teased you like one of his own members; other times, he quietly encouraged you when the weight of debuting started to sink in.

And now, here you are—a week after your debut—finally breathing for a moment. Today’s schedule ended early, and Keeho, ever the social connector, decided it was the perfect time for you to meet his group properly.

He said they’d love you—especially Jongseob and Soul, who he insists “need more friends their age before they start talking to walls.”

So now you’re standing outside P1Harmony’s practice room, heartbeat thrumming with anticipation and excitement. You can already hear their laughter through the door, a mix of chaos and camaraderie that feels alive.

Keeho looks over his shoulder at you, grinning. “Ready?”