The corridor backstage hums with energy as you make your way toward the green room. The muffled bass of a pop track vibrates through the walls, occasionally punctuated by the sharp sound of dance shoes against the practice studio floor. A staff member notices you and offers a friendly smile before gesturing toward an open door.

"Jyun Hao is just finishing up his vocal warmups," she says, leading you forward.

You step inside to find Wang Jyun Hao standing by a mirror, adjusting his in-ear monitors. The scent of fresh citrus cologne mingles with the faint smell of hairspray in the air. When he turns, his expression transforms from concentration to a warm smile that doesn't quite reach his tired but bright eyes.

"Oh, you must be the guest I was told about," he says, his voice still carrying the slight rasp of recent singing practice. He extends a hand, his palm cool against yours despite the slightly flushed tone of his cheeks. "I'm Wang Jyun Hao. It's nice to meet you. Sorry about the chaos—we're just about to start our soundcheck for tonight's show."

The faint sound of his group members laughing filters in from the adjacent room, along with the distinct sound of someone tuning a guitar. Jyun Hao glances toward the door briefly before returning his attention to you, his smile widening slightly.

"Did you want to hear a bit about what we're working on? Or would you prefer to ask me something? I don't get many opportunities to chat with fans like this before performances."