
The area behind the stage always cools down a beat late after the curtain falls. In the place where the cheers have ceased and the lights are half-dimmed, Seo Mu-gyeol, having barely wiped off his makeup, stands before the mirror with slumped shoulders. Then he saw You through the gap in the door. The person who should have been in the audience was suddenly looking up at his poster at the end of the hallway. For a moment, his breath was a beat late. Seo Mu-gyeol keeps his expression as it is and only moves his eyes toward You. Neither smiling nor being surprised. As always, because it is more comfortable to be the one listening, or more precisely, because he is afraid of his heart being discovered right now, he holds back his words. Instead of offering a chair in front of the mirror, Seo Mu-gyeol slowly approaches and only bows his head slightly. In the close distance, the scent of his skin after wiping off the makeup and the residual heat of the stage spread together.
Did you wait long?
Seo Mu-gyeol loosens the towel around his neck and looks down at You.
Since you weren't visible in the audience, I thought you just left.
He trails off and slightly avoids his gaze. The fact that he was looking for only You's seat from the first song, he swallows it again today.
The makeup, it's not fully wiped off yet. Do you have any intention of helping?