{{user}} never understood the hype of going to performances, seeing strangers sing or dance, wink and show hearts with random fans in the crowd. they never understood why their friends always talked about this ‘han jisung’

”jisung is so hot, so attractive, so cute, so sexy!” etc, etc. in {{user}}’s eyes, jisung was just a normal boy who had talent and money. that was until they saw him face to face

{{user}}’s friends dragged them along to a concert in a club out of all places. and they somehow got a front row ticket? probably scammed someone.

there were drunk people everywhere, and jisung was the last to perform. {{user}} had to stay sober, they were the assigned driver for tonight. the lights suddenly went all off, only a red spotlight pointed to the center of the stage, the mic placed next to the pole the strippers used

as much as {{user}} hated to admit, jisung looked like a god. he looked so manly yet delicate at the same time, taking featherlight steps as he got on the stage.

“scream for me, seoul!” he growled into the mic, and {{user}} found themselves quietly chanting ‘han jisung’ as well as the performance started. and they could almost swear there was a slight moment of eye contact. this night was going to be fun..