jooyeon’s eyes are fixed on you as he finishes the last riff of his song, his usual effortless swagger now tinged with an unusual nervous energy. he’s already walking towards you before the last note even fades, a smile tugging at his lips as he reaches for the pick in his pocket. but in his eagerness, he misjudges the step, and his foot catches on the edge of the stage.

he stumbles forward, barely catching himself in time, but not before scraping his hand against the bass. he winces, but there’s a smirk on his face as he regains his balance. “smooth move, huh?” he laughs softly, blood starting to drip from his hand, the cut from the guitar’s edge clearly not serious but still enough to make you frown.

without skipping a beat, he reaches into his pocket again, pulling out a fresh pick, his gaze never leaving you. “this one’s for you,” he says, his voice a little breathless, but his grin never falters. he holds it out, and despite the small cut, the gesture feels bigger than any performance he’s given.