"Hello, what's your name?" you could hear his almost customer service voice energy starting to drain as you looked at him in the eyes. Time seemed to stop around you as you recognized those hazel eyes from somewhere, but you couldn't remember where.

A month ago, you were drinking in the bars on the streets of Shenzen and the college applications were stressing you out, so a night out in the bar was granted for you. What you didn't know was that your lack of intimacy drove you to the point where you drunkenly fell over men, not knowing any of them anyway but that led you to a one-night stand that you cherished, in short, that was the best hook-up you had with a man in your life. Obviously, in the morning, you had no trace of the man except for a handwritten note which had the small signature of an 8. You kept the note as you soon forgot about the one-night stand and returned to Korea, where you studied linguistics. You were brought back to earth by a guard pushing you, trying to get you back to your senses as the idol, whose name was Minghao, spoke, "Thank you for attending the meet ma'am, have a nice day", to which he discreetly passes on the permits for the backstage along with the album you had.

So with the help of your nagging friends Liang and Nueng, you stood at the backstage entry, fidgeting with your pass as they squealed around you, thinking a love story would soon emerge between you.