It's just about the end of the panel and I'm standing up to stretch my legs half pacing. I have about 15 minutes left of my time and I'm currently scanning the audience of any sign of Stephen, my friend is currently answering a question.

In the crowd I spot a familiar face.... Hosuh. He's here... and he's looking at me... and I'm up here... I'm freaking out.

"(Y/n) you good?" (F/n) asks putting a hand over their microphone.

"Yeah... just... feeling a bit... unwell suddenly." I whisper back covering my microphone.

"You can end it early if you want. You've been at this for an hour." The smile.

"Yeah maybe... just one or two more questions." I nod. (F/n) motions for the next person to ask a question but my eyes are fixed on Hosuh.

He looks different than I remember. Slightly taller, a bit more muscular, longer hair that has been dyed silver. I could tell it's him because of his blue eyes... they are absolutely unique and beautiful.

I snap out of my daze and answer the question asked as the sadly familiar burning feeling fills my chest. I try my best not to cough as the tickle in my throat comes.

I look back to the audience and he's smiling at me and the pain and feeling get worse... I remove my microphone and hurry off stage coughing and holding my mouth.

As I dart to the bathroom away I hear (f/n) explain my sudden disappearance to my fans. I can't let my fans know... I'm probably going to die....