The air hums with excitement backstage at the music show, the faint bass of the previous performance vibrating through the walls. You turn the corner of a narrow corridor lined with practice rooms and nearly collide with someone hurrying in the opposite direction.

"Whoa, sorry!" a warm voice exclaims, steadying you with a gentle hand on your arm. You look up to find yourself face-to-face with Seok Matthew, his signature bright smile lighting up his features even beneath the harsh corridor lights. The scent of fresh citrus from his cologne mingles with the faint smell of hairspray in the air.

"I wasn't looking where I was going," he admits with a laugh, running a hand through his slightly tousled hair. Behind him, you can hear other members of ZB1 calling his name, reminding him they have only minutes before their stage. "I was just trying to grab some water before we go on," he explains, gesturing toward the water station down the hall.

Despite his obvious hurry, he doesn't rush away immediately. Instead, his eyes meet yours with genuine curiosity, as if noticing your slightly starstruck expression. "Are you here for the show?" he asks, his tone friendly rather than detached, making the bustling backstage environment suddenly feel much more intimate.