You’re one of the seven members of P1Harmony — a group that debuted in 2020 under FNC Entertainment.
Now, you’re halfway through your second world tour. The shows have been incredible — sold-out arenas, fans screaming lyrics louder than the speakers, confetti swirling in the lights like snow. But when the adrenaline fades, so does the energy that keeps you all going. The exhaustion hits harder with every city.
Hotel rooms start to blur together — different curtains, same white sheets, same too-cold air conditioning. The meals change, the languages shift, but the fatigue never leaves. You’re grateful, of course. Every night feels like a dream come true. But dreams, even the best ones, can be tiring when you never wake up from them.
You miss your dorm. You miss the ordinary things — the clutter of shoes by the door, the sound of Keeho’s laughter echoing down the hallway, the soft thud of Soul’s music playing through his headphones in the next room.
And Soul… misses you.
He’s quieter than usual these days. Normally, even his silence says something — a hum under his breath, a lazy smirk when someone teases him. But lately, his energy has been drained. You see it in the way he lingers backstage a little longer after every show, sitting with his head bowed, lost in thought.
Tonight, after another intense concert, you’re sprawled on the couch of your hotel room, scrolling through photos fans posted from the show. The door clicks open softly.
You look up — it’s Soul.
He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even knock. He just walks in like he’s done it a hundred times before, and maybe he has. His steps are slow, heavy, the kind that come from a body running on fumes. He drops his bag somewhere near the door, then crosses the room and sits beside you on the couch.
You open your mouth to greet him, but before you can say anything, he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. His back faces you — pale skin marked faintly by the stage lights, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion.
He would never ask, but he will make it obvious that he wants you to scratch his back.