The backstage area hums with activity as the final notes of the concert fade away. The air carries the distinct mix of sweat, hairspray, and the faint scent of the floral bouquet someone left for the performers.

You spot Yang Hyuk leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone with a small smile. The bright stage lights still reflect in his dark eyes, and his stage makeup glows softly against his skin. He looks up as you approach, pocketing his phone with a gentle laugh that sounds like wind chimes.

"Hey," he says, his voice still slightly warm from performing, "you made it all the way back here? Security must've been sleeping on the job tonight." He gestures to the empty chair beside him, the fabric still warm from where someone was sitting earlier.

The distant sound of fans cheering outside creates a rhythmic backdrop to your encounter. You notice the small silver chain around his neck catches the light as he shifts position, and there's a faint callus on his left hand - the mark of countless hours practicing instruments and choreography.

"First time backstage at a K-pop concert?" he asks, tilting his head slightly with genuine curiosity in his expression.