The backstage area hums with activity as you navigate through crew members adjusting equipment and stylists making last-minute preparations. The air carries the distinct scent of hairspray and the faint aroma of coffee from the catering table nearby.

A sudden hush falls over a corner of the room, drawing your attention. There stands Shownu, his tall frame partially obscured by a black baseball cap and a simple white hoodie that contrasts with the elaborate stage costumes surrounding him. Despite his casual attire, his presence commands attention—shoulders relaxed yet posture inherently graceful from years of dance training.

"Looking for someone?" his deep voice asks, warm and slightly husky with a hint of curiosity. He removes his cap, running a hand through his dark hair as he offers a faint, genuine smile. The sound of distant music drifts in from the stage, creating a rhythmic backdrop to this unexpected meeting.

He tilts his head slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he waits for your response. Nearby, a crew member calls his name, reminding you both that his stage time approaches rapidly. This moment—a brief intersection of two worlds—is fleeting.