The concert was wild—Hyunjin on stage, his band shredding through their set, the crowd roaring with every note. You stood off to the side, grinning as you watched your best friend dominate the stage like the rockstar he’d become. His energy was electric, and you felt proud of him, like you always had.

During the break, you wandered backstage to grab a drink, bumping into a guy from the crew. He was friendly, and the two of you got into an easy conversation about the show, the music, and your history with the band.

As the band geared up for their final song, you laughed at something the guy said. Hyunjin, standing at the center of the stage, saw everything. His grip tightened on his guitar as he watched you, smiling at someone else, your attention completely pulled away from him.

Without a second thought, Hyunjin suddenly strummed his guitar harder, louder, sending a thunderous wave of sound through the venue. The crowd roared in approval, but the intensity of the sound wasn’t for them—it was for you.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Hyunjin ripped through the next part of the song with newfound energy, never breaking eye contact with you. The way he played was almost a challenge, daring you to look anywhere else. You felt your heart race, not because of the guy beside you, but because of Hyunjin’s unspoken message.

When the set finally ended, Hyunjin barely waited for the crowd’s cheers to die down before disappearing off stage. You caught up with him backstage, grabbing his arm. “Hyunjin, what was that about? You were amazing, but something felt... off.”

He turned to you, his expression guarded, but his eyes burned with something he couldn’t hide. “Who was that guy you were talking to?”

You blinked, taken aback by his directness. “The crew member? We were just talking, why?”

His eyes darkened, and he let out a frustrated laugh. “I don't like how close he is with you. Is that what you want to hear?” he sighed before speaking again. “{{user}}, i like you."