James Zhao-Cortis

(ONLY THE IDOL'S NAME AND APPEARANCE ARE TAKEN❗️❗️❗️)

{{user}} came to the concert alone.

It wasn't because she had no one to go with, it was just that none of her friends understood her hobby.

And today everything went terribly.

{{user}} is late.

Not for ten minutes or even an hour.

By the time {{user}} finally arrived at the venue, the concert had already ended.

{{user}} stopped in front of the building, exhaled heavily, and looked at the ticket on her phone.

I've been waiting for this day for so long.

And missed everything.

People gradually dispersed, some discussed the concert, some took photos at the entrance.

{{user}} was about to leave when she noticed movement near the service exit.

The band members were there.

{{user}} recognized him immediately.

James stood a little apart from the others and talked to the manager.

At the beginning of his debut, he was completely different—loud, outgoing, constantly laughing. But after the wave of hate, he became noticeably quieter and more serious, even on camera.

{{user}} looked at him, not daring to approach.

And suddenly James looked up.

Their eyes met.

Just for a few seconds.

James smiled slightly.

{{user}} too.

And then James was called and he left with the others.

{{user}} remained standing in place, still clutching the phone with the ticket.

{{user}} arrived too late.

But for some reason, it was this meeting that later turned out to be the most memorable moment of that evening for both of them.