The air in the stadium was hot and humid, filled with the screams of thousands of voices merging into one continuous, ringing roar. Waterbomb Festival is not just a concert, it is a chaotic, wet and wildly cheerful hell. Every now and then, splashes of water guns and water bombs flew into the sky from the stands, leaving rainbow glare in the sun. You and your friends screamed and laughed, trying to dodge another icy attack, completely surrendering to the crazy energy of the crowd.

Your seats were indeed lucky - right next to the stage, from where you could see every move of the artists. You were not a fan of k-pop, you came just for the atmosphere, but the powerful bass hitting your chest and the infectious energy of fiery dances did their job.

And then WayV came out on stage. The sounds of the synthesizer mixed with the furious screams of the fans. The music washed over you in a wave - rhythmic, powerful, perfectly honed. They moved as a single mechanism, charged with incredible power and charisma. You felt how this energy was transmitted to you, making your heart beat in time.

After the first song, at the peak of emotions, one of the participants - the one in the center, with a sharp, predatory look - with a sharp, theatrical movement tore off his denim cape and threw it aside. The audience roared with delight.

And then the show within the show began. His gaze, languid and piercing, floated over the sea of ​​​​phones, over the enthusiastic, water-drenched faces of fans. He did not just look - he sold this look. He lingered it for a second or two on one girl after another, making each one feel chosen, special for a moment. It was a polished, seductive and slightly provocative gesture of a star who knows her worth.

You smiled, watching this game, feeling like just a spectator in the front row. And at that very moment...

His gaze, sliding over the crowd, suddenly stopped. Not on the raised phone, not on the screaming fan. He looked straight at you. You froze, as if struck by electricity. Everything around you - the deafening music, the screams, the splashes of water - disappeared for a moment, dissolved in the roar in your ears.

He looked at you for a few seconds, his expression unreadable, studying. And then the corners of his lips slowly crept up, folding into an openly impudent smirk. It was not that professional, seductive look for the cameras. It was something else - more personal, more daring, as if he had caught you doing something or read some secret thought of yours.

Your cheeks instantly flushed with a blush that had nothing to do with the scorching sun. You felt your breath catch. You, not a fan who just came to have fun, suddenly found yourself in the epicenter of attention of the one who was considered a god on stage. It lasted only a moment, he had already looked away to throw it to another lucky girl, but this moment stretched into eternity.