He was a Punk. He did Ballet. |nomin|

Four

After two hours, the show ended, to which Jeno bowed to the audience cheering his name. Soon, he turned and went backstage along with his bandmates. The stage curtains closed, prompting the audience to make their way out.

Jaemin groaned and put his head down on the table, suffering from a migraine. He couldn't believe he actually sat through the entire concert. He enjoyed it, but at the same time, he was glad it was over. Laying on one hand, Jaemin checked his phone for the time. It was way past midnight and he was ready for bed. But he remembered Jeno's request to meet him backstage.

"Ugh. Screw it." Jaemin sat up. He then left the table and scanned the room. The staff were already clearing the room of trash. The security guards were busy escorting drunk people to the exit.

Jaemin sped over to the stage. He made sure the coast was clear, and then went behind the curtains. His heart was pounding like crazy because he knew he wasn't supposed to be on the stage.

"I can't believe I'm doing this... for a stranger." Jaemin thought. It was kind of surreal to stroll across the stage, even though he was used being on one. The drum set was still intact and he glided his fingers across the cymbals. Soon he went to the electric piano nearby. He touched the keys, which were hot from its previous use.

Then he found Jeno's microphone stand. Curiosity got the best of him and he detached the mic to gaze at it. Suddenly, his mind went to an odd place.

"Huh... his mouth touched this..."

"Hey!"

Jaemin dropped the mic on the floor and looked up.

"Who the hell are you?!" yelled the tanned male, his arms akimbo. He came from the dressing room in the back.

"Uh, I um..." Jaemin recognized this guy; he was the piano player dressed in denim. But he didn't know Jaemin.

"You'd better talk before I make you talk!"

"I was... I was just...!"

Then, out came Jeno. "Lucas! What happened?!"

Jaemin let out a sigh of relief. He thought he was in trouble.

"This dude was trying to steal our shit!"

Jeno face palmed. "Ah, shit. I forgot to tell you three."

"Tell us what?!"

"Quit yelling! This is Jaemin. I asked him to come here after the show." Jeno then walked all the way up to the younger one, with that same little smile on his face. "I didn't think you would show up, pretty boy."

Upon hearing that pet name, Jaemin grimaced. "Well, I did. Happy now?"

"Jeez, you really are a feisty one. I'm glad you came though... but you're welcome to leave at any time."

"Good. Let's make it quick then."

Lucas' cheeks flushed and he scratched his head. "So, like, what are you two... planning?!"

"Oh god, relax. He just wanted to meet us. Start packing up." Jeno took Jaemin's hand and brought him to the dressing room, leaving grumpy Lucas alone.

When they got inside, a strong stench hit Jaemin's nostrils and burned his lungs. There were two other men sitting on the sofa, taking drags of cigarettes.

Jaemin's eyes averted to the table, holding a case of beer bottles, a pack of cigarettes, a bowl of water, and snacks.

"What did I just get myself into?" Jaemin thought, holding his breath.

Jeno gestured towards the bandmates. "That's Johnny, my drummer, and that's Yuta, he plays the electric guitar. They like to celebrate after our shows."