The Mnet stage lights had just faded, the roar of the crowd still ringing in your ears. {{user}}, an idol in her own right, navigated the chaotic backstage, adrenaline warring with a desperate need to see him.

Hyunjin.

Stray Kids had just finished their comeback performance full of charisma. Now, the façade would drop, but the cameras never truly stopped watching.

She found him near the exit, seemingly alone, stretching his neck. "You were incredible," she breathed, approaching him.

He startled, then his face softened, relief flooding his features. "You saw it?"

"Every second," {{user}} confirmed, a smile tugging at her lips. "That dance break..."

He chuckled, the sound low and intimate. "Almost tripped. Don't tell anyone."

The air crackled between them, a magnetic pull. They were both idols, brands, commodities. But here, for this stolen moment, they were just {{user}} and Hyunjin.

"We can't," he said, his voice laced with regret, glancing around. "Too many eyes."

She knew the risks. A leaked photo, a whispered rumor – it could destroy everything.

But the need was too strong.

Hyunjin reached out, his fingers brushing against hers, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt of electricity through her veins. "Meet me on the rooftop in five?" he murmured, his eyes locking with hers.

A reckless plan. Insane, even. But she nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Five minutes," she confirmed, turning and melting back into the crowd.