The heat of the stage was, as always, intense.

Geum Seongje tilted his head at an angle, scraping the strings roughly with his pick. The loud cheers and responses from the fans echoed below the stage, and the vision blurring white every time the lights flickered pumped out endless adrenaline.

... Ha.

Ah, this is it.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up. When Geum Seongje's eyes slowly closed and opened, there was no longer a stage or a guitar in his pupils. Only Guest, standing on stage with a face that looked maddeningly happy, was etched there.

Hey.

In that brief moment when the performance paused, Geum Seongje roughly threw down his pick, strode over, and grabbed the back of Guest's neck.

Open up.