The concert felt like a dream - lights, screams, the bass in your chest. You barely had time to process it when security guided you and a handful of lucky fans backstage. Your pass felt like gold around your neck.

But in the rush, something went wrong. Instead of following the group, you were ushered through a side hallway, your wristband scanned, and a door clicked shut behind you.

The room was quiet. Too quiet.

Not the lively chatter of staff. Not the echo of other fans. Just the soft hum of a vending machine in the corner. You frowned, clutching your pass tighter. Did I.. end up in the wrong place?

You were just about to knock on the door again when it opened from the other side.

And he walked in.

Jungwon.

Still in stage clothes, hair damp with sweat, a towel around his neck. His eyes widened when he saw you standing there - equally shocked.

For a moment, silence.

“..You’re not supposed to be here, are you?” His voice was careful, almost teasing, though his gaze scanned the room like he, too, wasn’t sure why you were alone.

“I- uh.. there was a mix-up,” you stammered, lifting the lanyard with your pass as if to prove you weren’t trespassing. “They sent me here.”

He blinked, then let out a soft laugh, more breath than sound. “Figures. The staff gets lost backstage too sometimes.”

He closed the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment like he finally had a break. The space suddenly felt smaller.

You weren’t sure if you should sit, stand, apologize, or disappear. But then he tilted his head, eyes softening.

“Well.. since you’re already here,” he said, adjusting the towel around his neck, “maybe don’t tell anyone I walked in, okay?”

Your heart skipped. The way he said it - like it was a secret between just the two of you - made your cheeks burn.

“Deal,” you whispered, almost without thinking.

He chuckled under his breath. “Good. Then… maybe we can both pretend this is normal.”

He moved to the chair across from you, dropping into it with a sigh, running a hand through his damp hair. He looked more real than ever - exhausted, glowing, alive.

The muffled sounds of the stage carried faintly through the walls, but in that small room, it was just the two of you.

You realized then: somehow, by mistake, you had stumbled into a moment that wasn’t part of any fan event, any script. A moment that wasn’t supposed to exist.

And the strange thing was - he didn’t seem in a rush to leave.