Why me? >Woosan<

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San woke up with nerves humming beneath his skin.

Tomorrow they were finally playing in Seoul. Their first stop on the tour.

No matter how much they practiced, no matter how ready they thought they were, the first show always carried weight. The kind that kept his mind restless, running through setlists and choreography even before his feet touched the floor.

Today was the meet and greet.

The part he loved the most.

Seeing the faces of the people who gave them this life, nothing compared to that.

Fans weren't just numbers or lightsticks in a crowd during moments like that. They were real people. People who had waited, traveled, saved money, supported them.

And San was always thankful.

They split into two vans on the way to the venue.

The car was quiet, everyone lost in their own thoughts. Yunho scrolled through his phone, Jongho leaned back with his eyes closed, and Mingi had headphones on, nodding slightly to whatever song he was listening to.

San leaned his head against the window, watching the city slide past.

Seoul was already alive.

Street vendors setting up their stalls. Office workers rushing down sidewalks. A group of kids laughing loudly in a nearby park.

The van slowed as they reached a red light not far from the venue.

That was when he noticed them.

A group of friends stood near the corner, clearly waiting in line already. One of them was dancing ridiculously while the others laughed so hard they nearly doubled over.

San smiled faintly at the sight.

And then he saw him.

Among the group stood a boy with dark hair and sunglasses perched on top of his head. He wore a denim jacket over a black shirt, and when he laughed his whole face lit up, bright, open, completely unguarded.

For a second, San forgot to blink.

Something about that smile hit him unexpectedly, like the sudden rush of cool air when stepping outside.

The boy nudged one of his friends, still laughing, and San caught himself smiling back through the glass.

Then the light turned green.

The van moved forward.

And the moment passed.

San leaned back in his seat, staring out the window again.

Weird.

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Fans were let in in small groups.

Enough time to talk.

Enough time to make each moment feel personal.

San greeted fan after fan, smiling, shaking hands, thanking them for coming.

Some were shy.

Some talked excitedly.

Some cried.

Every interaction was different.

And then

"Come on, Woo, it's our turn!"

San looked up.

And there he was again.

The same boy from outside.

He stumbled slightly when he entered the room, nearly tripping over the doorway, his face instantly turning red.