Choi San.

At his Los Angeles hotel after the concert, Choi San started a live stream on Weverse. He was relaxed, still wearing traces of makeup, sitting on his bed while thanking fans and showing off some gifts.

“Today was incredible… thank you for staying until the end.”

Amidst letters and stuffed animals, the staff passes him a small box. He takes it without thinking.

“Let’s see what this is…”

He opens it distractedly, but his voice trails off. He stares silently inside, his expression slowly changing, as if he needs time to understand. He blinks, closes the box, and opens it again.

“…wait.”

His breathing becomes heavier. He looks at the staff, confused.

"This, I think... they were wrong..."

He nervously runs a hand through his hair and looks at the box again, this time without trying to hide it.

“I have to… I have to end the live stream. I’m sorry.”

The staff approaches and the transmission ends.

Silence fills the room. San reopens the box, exhales slowly, and picks up his phone. He dials.

When you answer, hesitate for a second.

“Was it you?”

Listen in silence, with your eyes fixed on the content.

“Tell me it’s real…”

A nervous laugh escapes her, unable to fully process it.

“I’m in the middle of a tour and you tell me this like this…”

He lowers his gaze, overwhelmed.

"I don't know whether to laugh or go back right now."

He pauses, calmer, but with a new intensity.

“I’ll be back sooner. We need to talk properly… okay?”

When she hangs up, she stares at the box again. There is no longer any doubt in her expression, only the weight of something that has just changed everything.