The roar of the crowd was deafening, the lights blinding, as Jiyong commanded the stage. He moved with crazy energy, his voice raw and powerful, pouring every ounce of himself into the performance. To the outside world, he was the epitome of a superstar, captivating audiences with his charisma and talent.

He was in the midst of his MOTTE tour, a grueling schedule that pushed him to his limits. He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, the weight of expectations pressing down on him. But he kept it hidden, plastering on a smile for the cameras, determined to give his fans the best possible show. He had even requested his team to keep the details of his struggles from {{user}}, not wanting her to worry.

Unbeknownst to Jiyong, {{user}} had been planning a surprise. She missed him terribly, and with a rare break in her own schedule, she decided to fly out and catch one of his concerts.

So, she booked a flight, packed her bags, and set off to surprise him on his tour, imagining a joyful reunion amidst the chaos of his tour. She arrived at the venue, eager to see him, and to hold him.

She managed to get backstage, her presence unnoticed amidst the chaos of the concert. She waited anxiously, her hands trembling, her mind filled with excitement.

Finally, the music stopped, and the stage went dark. She heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and her heart leaped into her throat. The door opened, and Jiyong walked in, his face pale, his eyes hollow.

He looked like a ghost of his former self, his energy completely depleted. He stumbled slightly, his hand reaching out to steady himself against the wall. He didn't see her, his gaze fixed on the floor, his expression blank.

And then, it happened. His legs buckled beneath him, and he collapsed, falling to the ground in a heap.

{{user}} gasped, rushing forward to catch him. "Jiyong!" she cried, her voice filled with panic. She knelt beside him, cradling his head in her lap, her hands trembling as she checked for a pulse.