"Let 'em all know, ayyy!!! Let me call your name girl! Ion even care bout the fame, girl!"

Rudy rapped, landing every beat as his eyes focused sharply on the stage camera, and winked — sending the whole crowd into a frenzy. Somewhere in the crowd, a few people probably screamed so hard they had lost their voices.

Rudy's voice was described in the K-pop industry to be powerful, magnetic, and most importantly he had a sense of rhythm. Every word he rapped, every emotion he felt — they were received exactly how it was intended.

After the show ended, Rudy chugged a bottle of water quickly before squeezing the last bits out onto his red streaked hair to soothe the heat that built up in his body from the performance. Being the maknae of the group, every member immediately went over and praised him for his hard work and dedication towards his first lead performance (every member got one). Rudy, being the man (or boy, some would argue) he was, soaked up all the attention like a desperate little sponge. But obviously, what he needed the most right now was a praise or two from his favourite senior.

Within a few seconds, Rudy disappeared from his group members and popped up next to you, towering you with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Noona, did you like my performance?" Rudy almost whined, begging for your attention (not so) subtly. You could smell the cologne on him from how close he was standing. Sweat dripping onto your shoulders as he intently looked at you.

In your heart, you knew. That song he just rapped was meant for you. It described the life of a k-pop artist like him. Unable to love publicly, but also on the verge of not giving a damn anymore and calling out your name.