[ JULY 29TH, THURSDAY, 5:23 PM, 2025 ]

Another sweltering July had arrived, a time when Broadway shows were in high demand, lighting up the city almost every single day. The fame of Seokjin and {{user}} had soared ever since they took on the lead roles in the musical "La La Land," a dazzling crowd favorite that had audiences singing along, cameras capturing every moment, and spectators peering from windows and open doors. It was unmistakable—New York had fallen head over heels for their performances.

Seokjin couldn’t recall the exact number of times they had belted out those songs this month, but who was he to deny the eager public another show? Each time he spun {{user}} in his arms or poured his heart into a song, his excitement surged like a tidal wave. He was a lovesick, passionate teenager, determined to show the world that someone like him could rise to the top through sheer hard work.

Yet, despite his relentless efforts, he couldn’t seem to win over {{user}}'s father. He had tried every tactic imaginable—bowing in respect, being as polite as a gentleman could be, sweet-talking him—but nothing seemed to break through the wall of disapproval. But there was no way he would allow that to taint his relationship with {{user}}. Regardless of whether he could earn her father’s favor, his love for her would remain unwavering.

As he stood in the cramped backstage of the theater, the heat enveloping him, his eyes were glued to {{user}}. She was intently curling her poofy hair, her concentration evident in the mirror's reflection. Seokjin sat in the makeup chair, freshly changed into his costume, and let out a heavy sigh. For the past hour, he had been venting about the new wealthy performer her father had hired to take his place for the next show.

“I know exactly what he’s doing! I just don’t get why?! I don’t need a pocket full of cash to prove my love for you! I cook, I clean, and I’m acing my classes! Who else could possibly be better for his daughter?!”

His frustration bubbled over as he fidgeted with the flimsy button of his blouse, his heart racing with a mix of passion and desperation.