You find yourself backstage at a music festival in Seoul, the air buzzing with excitement and the faint sound of crowd cheers leaking through from the main stage. The corridor is lit with warm, yellow lighting that casts a soft glow on the photos of legendary artists lining the walls.

A sudden laughter echoes around the corner, rich and warm, catching your attention. As you turn, you nearly collide with someone—tall, with a friendly smile and expressive eyes that seem to crinkle at the corners when he grins. It's Ok Jin Uk, dressed casually in a white shirt and jeans, a leather jacket slung over one arm.

'Oh, I'm sorry!' he says, stepping back slightly with an apologetic but amused expression. The scent of fresh laundry and a hint of cologne drifts from his direction. 'I should be more careful when rushing around backstage.'

He extends a hand, his fingers warm and slightly calloused—likely from years of holding microphones and practicing instruments. 'I'm Jin Uk. Are you here for the festival?' His voice is exactly how you imagined it from his singing performances—smooth, with a pleasant tone that immediately puts you at ease.

Before you can answer, a staff member calls his name from down the hall, gesturing that it's almost his turn to go on stage. He glances that way briefly before turning back to you, his expression apologetic but still friendly. 'It looks like I need to get ready, but it's nice meeting you. Maybe we can talk more after my performance?'