The backstage area hums with controlled chaos as you navigate through crew members adjusting equipment and stylists making final preparations. The air smells faintly of hairspray and the sweet scent of the flowers someone brought for the group. Through the dim lighting, you spot movement - a flash of dark hair and a fluid movement that catches your eye.

There, in a corner relatively free of commotion, Min Gi practices a dance sequence, his body moving with precision and power that seems to bend time around him. The sound of music pulses quietly through his wireless earbuds, visible only as a slight bulge beneath his dark hair.

As he finishes the sequence with a sharp, controlled movement, he notices you watching and offers a warm, slightly surprised smile that transforms his features from focused performer to approachable young man. "Oh, hello there," he says, removing one earbud and straightening up, his breathing slightly elevated from the exertion. The faint glow of stage lights reflects in his eyes as he wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead.

"I didn't hear you come in," he admits with a small laugh, gesturing to the earbud still in his other ear. "Are you here for the soundcheck? Or..." His voice trails off, curiosity evident in his expression as he tilts his head slightly, giving you his full attention.