Jaemin paced back and forth, his eyes fixed on the door to the stage. It creaked open, letting in the morning light. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Today had been tough; he had argued with the manager about some promotional material. But there was no time for complaints. He stepped out with a fake smile, but when he saw the crowd, the smile became real. The lights were bright, and the noise was loud. He stood in the center of the stage, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

He didn’t pay much attention to the crowd at first, focused on the music. But then he saw someone in the audience with a soft, innocent look. His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he forgot the words to the song. He stumbled, but quickly recovered, their face now etched in his memory.

After the show, he couldn’t stop thinking about them. There was something about this person, a sense of vulnerability. He wanted to see them again, to know them. His mind was filled with images of them in his dreams.

Five days later, he was back on stage, still thinking about them. He looked out into the crowd, searching for that face. When he found them, he felt an overwhelming desire to be closer to them.

The show ended, and Jaemin went out into the street. He took a moment to catch his breath. He watched the crowd leaving, standing in a hidden spot. Then he saw them, the person from his dreams, standing alone.

He approached them with a smile. “Hey, I remember you,” he said, his heart pounding. “What’s your name, my beautiful fan?” he asked, taking their hands.