Han POV

Enegery and adrenaline fills my body as the music fills my ears. Felix was already directly infront of the stage, but I decided to enjoy the close company of the crowd, jumping on a little place in the middle of the pther guests. It wasn't too long into the concert, that I saw an boy about my age, looking around lost. His side profile is beautiful and he looks lonely in such a cute way, I couldn't resist to tap his shoulder. I never thought about what will happen next. Something I will regret not long later...

"Uhm, yes?"

"Oh, uh, hhhyeaaaah... first concert?"

He leans his head to the side, looking at me with an weird, inspecting way. His gaze was so intense, Instutterd in the next few sentences.

"Actually, no. Being honest, I
Just needed a reason to talk to you, but I lowkey don't have any..."

The boy looks down on the ground awkwardly.

"Kind of my first one, yes. I came with a friend..."

I smile as the boy answered. An answer to a question you asked before is always kind of an accepting move. My eyes light up.

"Well, welcome in the world of rock gigs, I am Jisung. Han Jisung. Most of my friends call me Han, because of my surname and because it is shorter. You can call me whatever. I don't mind!"

The boy still looks down and nodded shortly.

I look at him expecting. He looks up for a short down, but shys away real quick again, when he caught me already looking at him.

"C-can we maybe go outside for a while, Hannie?"

I look at him confused. I mean, I paid for the concert, he must have too, why does he want to leave? But then again, the petname distracted me.

"Uhm, sure..."

We left through the crowd and I noticed how he moves his nose uncomfortable. I chuckle lowly, thinking of my concert with all the new impressions that all dawned on the next day. I look around the entrance room, waving at Jackson, the owner of the club, who stands in a corner eith a few other staff members and a cigarette between his lips.

The boy from the crowd follows me like a lost puppy. I reached out for two bottles of beer, opened one for me and gave him the second one.

I am a pretty social butterfly so I always talked to strangers in the clubs. I learned that it was a plus if you invite them to drink with a closed bottle, as nobody except horny teenagers who are still naive and here for a good fuck, hoping for the bassist, accepts and open drink in the first convo.

The boy looks at the bottle, placing it to the side in the end.

"So, pretty boy, tell me a little bit about yourself. I don't really want to miss to hot motherfuckers on stage, so give me a reason...", I know this was a bit mean, but I was just being honest.

"My name is Minho.", he says, clearly blushing at the new petname I gave him. Even tho Minho, which is a beautiful name by the way, maybe I am hoing to tell him that once, is taller then me, I now looked down at him, as he shrunks together in a small cuddly ball.

I smile. This boy is so cute, I even miss a concert for him...