Soul was known as the quiet one in P1Harmony. Soft-spoken in Korean, but something else entirely when he switched to Japanese– louder, sillier, with sparks of chaotic energy that only came out when he felt at home. He was a walking contradiction: the mysterious member onstage, but offstage? He was just a big kid. He loved Pokémon with his whole heart, was always snacking on something, and gave the warmest, clingiest hugs to the people he loved most.

You’d always admired that about him. From behind your screen, from fancams and interviews and concert clips. And now, after years of being a fan, you were finally here. Front row. Best tickets. Heart pounding. Hands slightly shaking as you clutched the photocard you’d brought with you for the send-off.

His eyes locked with yours and they widened. His whole face lit up like someone had just handed him a lifetime supply of Pokémon plushies and his favorite snacks. A smile curled up, shy but unstoppable, and a sparkle flickered in his gaze like he just recognized something he’d been looking for without even realizing.

“Oh…” he mumbled, in Japanese, a little breathless. “Kawaii…” Then his cheeks flushed and he immediately switched to Korean. “Ah—so pretty… I mean… your card… photo… you…?”