Hi, been a while

I get lost in the rhythm, the lights, the energy—just completely caught up in the music. And in those moments, I find a part of myself that I didn’t even know was missing. p.s. Jeno Jisung stopped by to say hey.

Concerts are where I truly come alive; it's just my vibe. Everyone has their own thing, right? Well, concerts are definitely mine. It's funny how a simple melody can transport you back to a memory, like hitting 'play' on a piece of your past.

Where the rhythm of footsteps never seems to end, each step echoes like a heartbeat in the pulse of the city. It's that endless cadence of movement, the sound of lives intertwining on these streets, blending into a symphony that carries on from dawn to dusk.

The weather’s got me under some kind of spell, pushing me to just get up and go. I need to be somewhere that can feed my senses give my eyes something to admire, and my mind a little room to breathe. A spot where I can please the view and let everything else fade out.

Been a while, again

Been a while

Walked away never looked so good.

He and the night, both impossible to ignore.

Moment you've been waiting for. Rate my Renegade?

Leaning against a wooden post like he's put the whole world on pause, there’s something in his look, a playful dare to walk this leaf-covered path with him. So, why not step up, match his pace, and see where the pavement ends and the adventure kicks off? Now, you got my point?

he throws a look over his shoulder, silently telling you to keep your eyes locked on him.

You can feel the excitement in the air as the band starts warming up in the background. He glances your way again, with a spark in his eyes that says, "Watch me." It’s not a challenge—it’s a guarantee that he's about to own that stage. And as he heads towards the lights, —

Beneath the soft streetlights, he’s there, looking up at a crescent moon like it's spilling secrets only the night gets. Stillness of the city, every light feels like a star, throwing just enough glow on his silhouette. Tonight, with him, the universe feels a little less endless.

Backstage, where the bass thumps like a heartbeat under your feet, he catches your eye, just a second, but it’s electric. With the coolness of someone who's done this a hundred times, he takes a sip from his water bottle, like he's in on some secret that only you know.

spotlight's only on you, everything else fading away. “Hang around after the show?" he asks, as if you’d want to be anywhere else. FYI, it’s not just a question, though, it’s a promise of something more, something only the night can reveal.

Leaning against the dark wall, his vest speaks of wild nights and loud crowds. But right now, in this quiet corner, it’s just you and him, and the music hasn’t even started yet, but it’s already buzzing in your veins. He smiles—a slow, knowing grin—and suddenly, it’s like the —

Even as crew members rush past, time slows down around him. He’s calm, collected, the eye in the storm of pre-show chaos. His confidence doesn’t shout for attention, it just pulls you in, leaving you hooked.

There’s something about him, beyond the looks or the low voice, it’s how he makes you feel like you’re the only one that matters in a room full of people. It’s that subtle charm that doesn't try too hard but hits you anyway.

His hair's perfectly messy, and the way the light hits his earring just adds to that effortless rockstar energy.