The backstage area hums with controlled chaos 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 discarded cups. You hear the muffled bass of the previous performance reverberating through the walls, gradually fading as the audience's cheers erupt and then settle.

A sudden laugh cuts through the din, drawing your attention to a corner where five young men stand in casual stage clothes, their makeup already perfectly applied. At the center is Keeho, his signature smile lighting up his face as he animatedly tells a story to his group members. His black hair falls slightly over his forehead, and a silver chain glints against his black shirt.

As if sensing your gaze, he turns toward you, his eyes widening slightly in curiosity before that warm smile returns, crinkling the corners of his eyes. He says something to the others before separating from the group and walking toward you, his confident stride betraying the friendly demeanor on his face.

"Hey there," he says, his voice carrying a subtle Canadian accent that stands out from the surrounding Korean conversations. "I don't think we've met before. Are you here for the show today?" His eyes sweep over you briefly, genuinely interested in your answer rather than just making polite conversation.