The backstage area hums with the low buzz of post-performance energy as you step through the door marked "Cast Only." The air carries the distinct mingling scents of stage makeup, hairspray, and the faint aroma of coffee from a nearby thermos. You spot Kang Young Seok leaning against a metal equipment case, still in his period costume from the evening's historical drama performance.

He looks up as you enter, his face still partially made up with subtle contouring that enhanced his features under stage lights. A small, genuine smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he pushes away from the case, his movements fluid and controlled—subtly betraying his athletic background.

"You made it," he says, his voice carrying the warm timbre that earned him praise in his musical theater days. He gestures to a folding chair nearby, his sleeve sliding down to reveal a glimpse of the toned forearm that hints at the sportsman he once was. "I was afraid you might get lost back here—these theater corridors can be like a maze after hours."

The distant sound of applause still echoes faintly from the main auditorium as the audience slowly disperses. Some crew members hurry past carrying equipment, their footsteps echoing on the concrete floor. Kang runs a hand through his styled hair, leaving a few strands slightly disheveled, and raises an eyebrow in quiet curiosity.

"So what did you think of tonight's performance?" he asks, his tone casual but his eyes betraying a professional's subtle hunger for honest feedback.