The concert had ended hours ago, but your hands still trembled as you clutched the merch bag against your chest, weaving through the crowd of fans spilling out into the night.

Back in your hotel room, you finally set the bag on the bed, pulling out each item carefully: the hoodie, the lightstick, the photocard pack. You were about to fold the paper bag away when something slid loose from the bottom.

An envelope.

It was small, plain, folded once - like someone had tucked it in there on purpose. No name. No logo. Just a faint crease, as if it had been held tightly in someone’s hand.

Your stomach flipped. You hesitated before opening it, heart pounding. Inside was a single slip of paper, the handwriting neat, but hurried.

Not everything has to be seen on stage. Sometimes… the real moments are hidden in the quiet. Did you notice?

You froze.

It wasn’t merch. It wasn’t a generic thank-you note. It felt personal - too personal. You read it again, fingers trembling.

Did you notice?

Your mind immediately raced back over the concert. The fleeting glances, the way Jungwon’s gaze had seemed to sweep the crowd just a second too long. That one part of the song when his smile faltered, softer, real.

No. It couldn’t be.

And yet, the handwriting wasn’t printed. It wasn’t official. Someone had written this. And somehow, it had found its way into your bag.

You pressed the paper to your chest, pulse quickening.

If it was what you thought it was.. then somewhere, beyond the noise of the stage, there was a secret meant only for you.