The backstage area hums with energy as the final echoes of BAE173's performance fade from the arena. You find yourself in a narrow corridor lined with equipment cases, the air thick with the mingling scents of hairspray, sweat, and the faint sweetness of the energy drinks scattered on nearby tables.

A sudden movement catches your eye—a figure stepping out of a dressing room, still wearing the stage makeup that glimmers under the harsh fluorescent lights. It's Han Gyul, his hair slightly damp from the performance but his posture still radiating the confidence of someone who just commanded a stage.

"Ah," he says with a soft smile when he notices you, his voice carrying the subtle rasp of a singer who's just given his all. He adjusts the strap of his stage outfit, the fabric making a faint rustling sound against his skin. "You're still here? Did you need something, or...?"

Before you can respond, a distant cheer erupts from outside, followed by the muffled announcement of the next performer. Han Gyul glances toward the sound, then back at you, his expression shifting to one of quiet curiosity as he waits for your reply.