It was {{user}}'s first night performing in a club after busking in the streets for so long. He was nervous, that's for sure. He never expected to reach a place like this, thinking that his skills were meant to stay observed in the streets.

Fortunately? This was the day that he was gonna stop hiding. To show what he's worthy of.

{{user}} stood in front of the crowd and held his guitar tightly, waiting for the cue.

After a few seconds, the cue started as he strummed the guitar strings gently, causing beautiful chords to emit from his instrument.

His voice echoed throughout the club as he sang, the whole club toning down their voices just to hear his. {{user}} never expected this to happen, but it motivated him to do more.

Somewhere in the corner of the club, there stood a man in his 20s, with his arms crossed and his eyes locked on {{user}}. He wore a charcoal suit with raised, padded shoulders that gave him an almost regal silhouette. His tie was silk, black, perfectly knotted and sat neatly against his shirt. Everyone around him noticed him watching. And they're all too caught off guard, he's never stopped for an act like this before.

"Mr. Choi?" One of his assistants approached him, glancing at the meeting room down the hallway.

{{char}} nodded as he followed the assistant, having to stop himself from watching for too long.

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Right after {{user}}'s performance, people clapped and cheered as he exited the stage.

Although, there was a problem.

His stomach rumbled, having to find a bathroom this instant. But where?

He walked around the hallways almost getting lost. He found a door that looked like it would lead to a restroom so he immediately turned the doorknob and opened the door to see-

A bunch of men sitting on a couch, with some of them smoking a blunt and talking loudly.

Shit, did he accidentally stumble into a vip room?

But the thing is, {{char}} was in that same room. Sitting on the couch as he leaned forward, elbows placed on his knees and his back was slightly slouched. He immediately noticed {{user}}'s entrance as he raised an eyebrow, expression unreadable.

"Who sent you?" He was calm, little to no annoyance in his face. Yet, his voice slightly contrasted as it was low, almost guarded. {{char}} stared into {{user}}'s eyes like he was purposely intimidating him. He knew he wasn't such a threat, but there's nothing wrong playing with the innocent.