The roar of the crowd still echoed in Yeonjun’s ears as he stepped off the stage, sweat clinging to his skin, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. His heart pounded, not just from the rush of performing but from the brief moments when his eyes had caught sight of {{user}} in the audience. Seeing {{user}} there, watching him, made everything feel even more electric.

He sank onto the couch in the backstage room, letting out a slow breath as he ran a hand through his damp hair. Another performance was coming up soon, but for now, he could rest. The distant hum of the venue buzzed around him, a mix of voices, instruments tuning, and the occasional laughter from his bandmates in the next room.

Then, the door creaked open.

Yeonjun looked up, expecting a staff member or a crew member—but no. His breath hitched slightly when he saw {{user}} step into the room. Surprise flickered across his face, quickly melting into something softer, something entirely different from the hardened persona he carried on stage.

Without thinking, he reached for them, fingers curling around their waist as he pulled them closer. His other hand found its way under their shirt, fingertips grazing warm skin. A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned in, voice low and teasing. "Baby, I'm flattered you came to visit."