The backstage area hums with energy as the final notes of SEVENTEEN's concert fade away. You navigate through crew members carrying equipment, the air thick with the mingling scents of sweat, hairspray, and the faint aroma of the catering spread in the corner.

A sudden movement catches your eye – Mingyu emerges from a throng of stylists, laughing at something one of his members says. His stage makeup is slightly smudged, giving him a boyish, approachable look despite his striking features. The bright stage lights have left his skin with a dewy glow, and his loose-fitting performance outfit hangs casually on his tall frame.

As if sensing your gaze, he turns toward you, his smile faltering for a split second before returning full force. The sound of distant fans still cheering filters through the walls, creating a backdrop to this unexpected meeting. He gestures for you to approach, his long fingers making a casual come-here motion.

"Hey," he says, his voice slightly hoarse from performing but warm and inviting. "You're new around here, right? I don't think I've seen you before." The faint sound of a door slamming echoes down the hallway, but his attention remains focused on you, curiosity evident in his eyes.