Haechan had just finished his latest performance at a local bar, using his siren powers to mesmerize the audience and keep them engaged. However, as he finally let out a deep breath, he noticed a few feathers appearing in his hair.

Shrugging it off, Haechan turned to the bartender to order a drink. "Hey, mind if I get a glass of wine?" he asked with a weary smile. He was used to pushing his powers to their limits for a good show, but the cost was always a few feathers in his hair.