The cheers were deafening.

"S K Y. S K Y."

Chanyeol's heart pounded as he wrapped an arm around Sehun and another around Jongin.

"Oh Sehun! Kim Jongin! Park Chanyeol!"

"Alright boys." Sehun said, his strawberry pink lips turning into a devilish grin. Chanyeol nudged him, shooting a warning glance.

"Alright hyungs." The leader corrected, "It's our last night of the tour, shall we make it the best one?!"

Chanyeol and Jongin let out hoots of victory, their voices harmonizing with the chants of the fans.

"Fly high! Fly high!"

Chanyeol felt like his heart was being trampled on. His stomach was wrenching with excitement and anxiety. He was feeling such binaries of emotions that made his head buzz blissfully numb. Chanyeol got this feeling everytime he was about to go on stage. Everything would go blank. Chanyeol breathes and things start coming back, one at a time.

He loved the energy of the fans. He loves the shouts, screams, chants and singing of the fans. Chanyeol loved that bright spotlight that blinded him, followed him as he ran around on stage. He loved the signs that the fans would bring, along with the cute messages written on them.

Chanyeol loved the fact that he was sharing these emotions with his two best friends, his brothers. Brothers who were born from the same blood, sweat and tears, brothers who rose to become stars after years of hard work.

Chanyeol loved every single part of it.

He especially loved the hour after the concert ended when everything dies down. The fans slowly leave, the stadium becomes eerily quiet after hours of excitement. Chanyeol's ears would still be buzzing with the pleasant feeling of the sudden silence.

Sehun would collapse on his chair, exhaustion taking over his body. Jongin would pass out on the couch, asleep as the makeup artist bent over him, removing the makeup that was left on his face. Chanyeol would stand on stage, gazing at the empty audience chairs. He would thank each and every single one for coming in his mind before heading into the makeup room.

It was late, almost midnight but the staff were bustling around busily, especially a hectic Byun Baekhyun. Baekhyun was racing around, cleaning up his makeup supplies in respect to who's it belonged to. Chanyeol in the red bin, Sehun in the green and Jongin in the blue.

Baekhyun was the one of three makeup artists that SKY had. He was an absolute wizard with his hands.

Yixing was another. A male who had the looks and talent to be an idol but preferred to be backstage. Many nights, Chanyeol found himself with the Chinese male, brainstorming new songs.

Minseok was the third makeup artist, one of the fastest most efficient in the industry. Standing at a solid five foot and change, he was a whirlwind of brushes and sponges. He was also the scariest of the three, snapping easily whenever one of the SKY members moved even an inch.

Three flawless makeup looks in fifteen minutes. It was a god damn miracle. While Minseok finished up with Jongin and Yixing cleaned up Sehun, Baekhyun was the only thing between the manager hyung and Chanyeol as the tall male raced out the stadium back door.

"Park Chanyeol you rascal!!" The manager yelled after him. Chanyeol didn't care, he was already running off into the night, ignoring his sore body.

He flew out the back door, the one mostly used to move props into large trucks. Pulling his hood over his head and the mask over his face, Chanyeol peeked around the corner to see a crowd of fans screaming near the front entrance. A car pulled up, the car that was supposed to take the three back to their dorms. Chanyeol smirked and turned around, heading in the opposite direction, blending into the shadows of a sleeping city.

He followed the light of the city streetlights, enjoying the fresh, cool air of mid-March. Every now and then a street vendor called out, their voices almost muted at the dead of night. The only people on the streets were those who were heading off to parties or heading back home drunk. As Chanyeol got closer to his destination, the drunkards increased.

Chanyeol stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked up to a club. The music was radiating from inside, the heavy bass seemingly shaking the building. Chanyeol smiled.

He walked up to the guards, his invitation inside being his face. He winked at a woman who caught him with the mask down before pulling it back up. She rubbed her eyes, as if not believing if SKY's chanyeol was in front of her or if she was drunk off her ass.

Chanyeol flew by security and entered the club. He stuck out. In a crowd of well dressed, drunk adults, he was the only one in a sweatshirt. Girls sneered at his shabby clothing, not knowing who was underneath the mask. Chanyeol ignored them and walked towards the bar. He jumped up to sit on the actual bar itself, earning a smack on the back from the bartender.

Chanyeol arched his back, hissing in pain, "Ah, father! That hurt." He whined, gently rubbing the sore spot, "I'm still recovering from my concert."

The old Park swung a towel over his shoulder, "Well, then get off my damn bar Chanyeol."

The singer pouted but obeyed. He sat on a high stool, waiting like a patient puppy as his father mixed up a drink for him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it, it was a busy night." Mr.Park said, placing a well deserved drink in front of his son. Chanyeol smiled widely, "It's okay!"

"Your Mother has been at it again."

Chanyeol stopped mid-sip. His heart thumping wildly as he stared at his father. The elder Park had a sad expression on his face, his once twinkling eyes fading into dull orbs.

"But...I thought-"

"I know Yeollie, but we received that pocket-money from your album sales and she couldn't help herself."

Chanyeol sighed heavily, downing the drink in one gulp. His mother was a kind woman, one who cared and was there for Chanyeol since he barely came up to her knees. But she wasn't perfect. She developed a gambling addiction as Chanyeol rose to fame, using the money he gave his parents to gamble. She wasn't very lucky at times and ended up loosing thousands of dollars. Chanyeol finally had enough and intervened last year. He sent her to a support group and did everything in his power to help. And every time he thought she was getting better, she fell right back into it.

Chanyeol didn't know what to do anymore. Instead he ordered two more drinks.

His father could easily read the emotions on his son's face. Chanyeol had always been a sensitive boy, always worn his heart on his sleeve. But it was what made him so good at what he did. Chanyeol was so passionate about almost everything. His songs, his music, they reflected what Chanyeol went through in his life.

That's one of the main reasons SKY got the attention they did so quickly. A group, three handsome men who were incredibly talented, singing and rapping about things they truly cared about. Not some random hook ups or trashy songs about fucking bitches.

"Chanyeol."

The tall male lifted his head out of his hands. His father frowned sympathetically and patted his son's head, "We have a new performer tonight. Watch him and then go home okay? You need the rest."

Chanyeol nodded drowsily. The alcohol was already slowly taking over his system, numbing his body sores and making his head hurt a little less.

Suddenly the lights in the club went out. People screamed, only to stop in wonder as a single light shined on stage.

Chanyeol nearly dropped his drink.

Never in his 25 years of existence has Chanyeol ever felt his heart beat like this.

Blonde hair, a lithe body that dawned a suit, small hands that held a microphone up to his smiling lips.

Chanyeol's heart was racing, and that was before the stranger opened his mouth to sing. Chanyeol was absolutely blown away. Never had he heard such solid, smooth notes in his life. This man had to be an idol! He had the looks, the voice, the body. He had everything.

From the top of his head all the way down to his toes, Chanyeol swore it was perfection. The way the male's eyebrows passionately moved with each note, his facial expressions really reflecting the piece. One hand gripped the microphone tightly but the other was by his side, every now and then moving with a high note. He stood in place, but he captivated everyone.

Chanyeol felt himself sober up as he watched the blonde male sing.

I always appeared in your dreams
And it would be just the two of us together

The room was dead silent. No one was moving, no one was dancing. Everyone was under the spell of the  beauty on stage.

I'm going crazy, I want to be greedy
I want to hold you in my arms and tell you that I love you

Chanyeol felt himself set his drink down and slowly slid off his stool.
"Chanyeol!" His father whispered harshly, wondering why his son was acting so weird.

Chanyeol was in a trance as he pushed through the crowd slowly, his hood slipping off his head and his mask sliding down his face.

When the deep night is coming to an end
I fade like smoke
I come back to you on dark nights
With a dream

People separating pretty quickly with small gasps as the Park Chanyeol from SKY pushed his way through the crowd. The singer on stage didn't notice, seeing how his eyes were closed.

Chanyeol found himself at the foot of the stage, his large brown eyes just taking in the man in front of him.

Finally, the beauty opened his eyes, smiling widely as the club erupted in cheers, yells and claps.

He cleared his throat nervously, his cheeks burning pink with all the attention, "Thank you, thank you. I know it's a bit slow for a club but I'll sing a more upbeat song next time! I'll see you next week everyone!" With that, he dashed off stage.

Chanyeol followed pursuit. As the singer bounced off stage, Chanyeol lunged forward and grabbed his wrist.

In retrospect, Chanyeol should have thought his approach out, made a little game plan maybe? But no. Chanyeol was a dumbass and a bit tipsy so he made bad life decisions. (Worse than usual)

The singer was in shock, his eyes wide as he stared at chanyeol, "S-Sorry? May I help you?"

Chanyeol's throat clogged up. How was he supposed to introduce himself ? How was he supposed to get this cutie to like him?

"No, but I can help you."

"E-Excuse me?"

"You know it's a big deal that we're talking, not many people have the honor."

"I'm sorry...who are you?" The singer's voice seemed curt, almost angry. Chanyeol, being the incompetent idiot he was, who also couldn't talk to cute guys, and who couldn't stop from digging himself into a deeper hole.

"Oh you don't know me? I'm the Park Chanyeol, from SKY? The most popular boy band."

Big face palm.

The singer's face scrunched in disgust, "Well...Mr.Park. I'm Kim Jongdae, nice to meet you." With that, he yanked his wrist free and disappeared into the shadows of the club.

Chanyeol froze on the spot, finally realizing what he had just done.

"Oh fuck."