You woke before your alarm. The hotel room was dim and quiet, but your heart was already pounding, already racing with what today held.
You turned your head slowly, eyes landing on the note folded neatly on the nightstand. You reached for it immediately, fingers brushing over his handwriting one more time.
Your breath caught in your throat. "Today." You whispered it to yourself like a prayer.
This was the day you'd see him again.
You didn't rush. Everything about this morning felt sacred. You moved slowly through your routine, hands steady despite the thunder in your chest.
Shower. Skincare. Makeup, soft but intentional. Eyes that would hold his when he looked at you across the chaos of backstage.
And then, finally, the outfit.
You'd saved it for this.
A form-fitting black jumpsuit, structured, sleek, sleeveless with a deep neckline that hit just right. It hugged your waist, flared just slightly at the hips, and showed off your legs in a way you knew he loved. You paired it with ankle boots, subtle gold jewelry, and a black leather jacket that added just enough edge to make it dangerous.
You looked in the mirror and took a slow, full breath.
You had never felt more alive, more sure of your place in his orbit.
Your phone buzzed just after noon.
Felix :
"Ready when you are. Car's downstairs."
You grabbed your pass, slipped the note into your jacket pocket for luck, and walked out into the warm buzz of New York sunlight.
The ride to the stadium was electric. People in the streets already lining up in merch, waving light sticks, some even chanting songs. You kept your head low, hood pulled up, hidden in plain sight.
But the energy? You felt it in your bones.
You messaged Chan once, just before your car turned the corner into the stadium's private entrance.
You :
"I hope today goes better than you even imagined. I'm thinking of you."
Seconds later, he replied:
Chan :
"I've been thinking about you all day. I don't know why… but it feels like something big is coming. I hope you can feel it too."
You bit your lip. Your heart soared.
You :
"I do." you sent back.
"More than you know."
**********
Felix met you just past the gates.
He was in a black oversized tee and cargo pants, hair slightly damp like he'd just finished rehearsals, a wide grin already forming when he spotted you.
But when his eyes fully landed on you, your sleek black jumpsuit, the subtle shimmer of gold jewelry, the way you carried yourself like a storm in heels. He stopped in his tracks.
"Whoa," he breathed, openly staring. "Okay. You weren't kidding."
You smirked, one hand resting lightly on your hip. "Too much?"
"Are you kidding? He's going to combust." He gave a low whistle, circling you once with mock awe. "Remind me not to stand too close when he sees you. I don't wanna get caught in the emotional fallout."
You laughed, heart racing under your jacket. But Felix's grin shifted as he reached into the backpack slung over his shoulder.
"Alright, angel of chaos," he said, pulling out a bundle of black fabric. "Here's your disguise. Oversized hoodie, cargo joggers. Toss it on over the jumpsuit so we can sneak you in like crew."
You took the bundle and eyed it. "Genius."
He winked. "No one questions a sleep-deprived staff member in all black."
You slipped the hoodie over your head, letting it hang loose and shapeless. The pants went on easily over your heels, and you zipped up the jacket over everything.
Your silhouette vanished—replaced by a shadow in motion.
"Perfect," Felix nodded with satisfaction. "Totally unrecognizable. For now."
You grinned as he led you through a side entrance toward the loading dock. You could still feel the jumpsuit hugging your figure underneath. You knew exactly what you were hiding—and why.
Backstage was a world of its own. Cables. Lights. Crew sprinting back and forth. Chatter over radios. The low thump of the bass from soundcheck still echoing through the halls.
Felix guided you through the maze effortlessly, slipping you through secure doors, down quiet corridors, until finally you reached the black-curtained monitor area just offstage.
Someone handed you a comm badge. You clipped it onto your jacket like any other staff member and tucked yourself against the wall.
Heart pounding. Breath shallow. Eyes locked on the stage.
**********
The house lights dropped. Screams filled the stadium like thunder rolling in from the sky.
And then, he walked out.
Chan.
Center stage. Hair pushed back, black button-down half undone, mic in hand and eyes locked into the crowd like he owned the entire planet.
He radiated.
The roar of the audience, the lights, the movement of the other boys. None of it mattered. You couldn't take your eyes off him.
And he didn't know. Not yet. But you were right there.
Every word he sang felt like it reached you. Every beat matched your heartbeat. You swayed with the rhythm, hands clenched at your sides, overwhelmed.
Not just by the music. But by him. What he meant. What he was to you.
You watched the way he smiled between songs, how his dimples flickered and his eyes softened when he thanked the crowd.
He was everything you remembered, and more.
Your eyes welled with emotion. This was the man who held you like you were fragile. Who whispered promises into your skin. Who looked at you like you were worth the wait.
You clutched the edge of the curtain tightly, holding back the tears.
Felix appeared beside you between songs, nudging you gently. "Final encore's next. Be ready."
You nodded, unable to speak. The adrenaline, the love, the gravity of this moment was overwhelming.
He was out there, giving everything he had to a sea of strangers. And soon... he'd turn around.