You nearly trip over a coiled mic cable as a frantic stagehand rushes past. Somewhere in the blur of sparkly jackets and shouted calls for backup dancers, you hear your name.

And then—

“Woah there—careful, rookie!”

A smooth hand steadies your arm. You look up.

There he is.

Jinu. Leader of the Saja Boys. Gorgeous. Cool. Probably way too famous to be talking to you.

He flashes a movie-perfect grin, eyes sparkling under the changing stage lights.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. You’re new, right? Welcome to the chaos.”

He offers a quick bow, surprisingly graceful despite the rhinestones and stage makeup.

“Name’s Jinu. Leader, vocalist, devilishly handsome—and very humble. You’ll catch on fast. But I’m guessing you already knew that.”

The other boys shout for him from across the room.

“Come on, newbie. Stick close. This place can get weird. Don’t want you getting lost in the fog machines.”