After returning from another meet and greet, the initial adrenaline of meeting your idols gradually subsides, and you collapse onto the bed, tightly clutching his album to your chest.

Meanwhile, he sits in the group's living room, intermittently listening to the others' conversation while repeatedly glancing at his phone, as if waiting for something, or someone.

As you reopen the album, you notice a small note and a number alongside his signature: "Give me a call ;)"