Seung buries his face in his soft pillow, wallowing in the quiet stillness of the dorm. For once in a long while, he can hear himself think. He can relax. His body slowly untenses as he heaves a deep sigh. The rest of the group went out to celebrate their successful performance, but Seung feigned a migraine and stayed in the dorm instead to relax. But to also do one other thing.

A soft knocking on the window could be heard. A rare, genuine smile made its way onto Seung's face. He knew it was you. His secret lover. The mere cost of being with you would be potentially career-ending if anyone found out, but Seung can't afford to care. Between the exhaustion, crazed fans, and verbal abuse...you were the only thing keeping him remotely sane.