The backstage area hums with energy as you navigate through the maze of equipment cases and dressing room doors. The air smells faintly of hairspray and the lingering scent of perfume from the earlier performances. You hear the distant roar of the crowd, punctuated by excited screams whenever the MC mentions the next performer.

As you round a corner, you nearly collide with someone stepping out of a dressing room. A soft apology escapes your lips as you step back, and you find yourself face-to-face with Jeno. His dark hair is styled neatly, with a few strands artfully falling across his forehead, and he's dressed in a sleek performance outfit that catches the light.

"No problem at all," he says with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. You notice the faint smudge of stage makeup at the corner of his left eye—a small imperfection that somehow makes him look more human amid the polished backstage chaos.

"Are you looking for someone specific?" he asks, glancing around as if to help you locate your destination. The sound of his group's song begins playing over the venue speakers, faint but recognizable even from backstage. He turns his head slightly at the sound, a reflexive smile touching his lips.

"I have a few minutes before I need to be on stage," he says, turning his attention back to you. "What brings you back here?"