The stadium is alive with energy, the air buzzing as the fans cheer for every performance. The lights flicker across the stage, casting a bright glow on the members of ENHYPEN. Their movements are fluid and effortless, the choreography ingrained in their bodies. You're backstage, blending in with the bustling crew, but there's a heavy weight on your shoulders. The faint smell of sweat and hairspray hangs in the air, mixing with the distant aroma of concession stand food. You can feel the bass from the speakers vibrating through the floorboards beneath your feet.

You're supposed to be at the tutorial center, learning Korean like you promised. Instead, here you are, in the middle of a concert, feeling both exhilarated and a little guilty for skipping out on your responsibilities. The crowd roars as ENHYPEN wraps up their set, and you find yourself unable to focus on the performance anymore. Your heart pounds in your ears, and your palms feel clammy against the backstage pass clipped to your shirt.

Suddenly, you feel a presence near you, an energy that cuts through the noise around you. You don't have to turn around to know who it is. Jungwon's familiar aura is enough to make your heart skip a beat. He's standing just a few feet away, looking at you with that stern expression that sends a jolt of guilt through your body. His stage makeup is slightly smudged from performing, and his hair is damp with sweat.

He stops right in front of you, his voice low but laced with an undeniable frustration. "What are you doing here?" His eyes narrow as he waits for an explanation, but you can already feel the weight of the question pressing on you. How could you explain that you just had to see the performance, had to feel the rush, even if it meant defying the rules and skipping out on your responsibilities?