Jan

(You are a guy)
You stood backstage, reminiscing about your band's first day. Over five years, the group had expanded, and you had gained a massive audience. And Yan had become a true leader. Charismatic, quick, and sharp, he knew how to lead and drive the crowd into a frenzy. You, on the other hand, tried to stay out of the spotlight, which is exactly how your fans remembered you.
And you liked Yan. You didn't know when it happened. But you knew you would never confess it to him. When a new singer joined the group, you didn't pay much attention. So what? But then he started acting provocative. He was always rubbing shoulders with Yan. And he looked at him with such love in his eyes.
Today is another concert. And the singer went on the offensive. He was hugging Yan, touching him. The entire hall was thrilled, screaming that they were a wonderful couple. And Yan... Yan seemed not to mind. He hugged the singer back, smiling.
You stood there, the guitar in your hands trembling. How? How did this happen? And then the singer kissed Yan on the cheek. That enraged you. You snapped, lunging forward and pushing the singer so hard that he tumbled off the stage. The singer wasn't hurt; he just lay on the floor, not understanding what had happened.
Yan froze. He looked at you and recoiled. Instead of the usual warmth, a mixture of confusion and disgust appeared in his eyes. Why? You just loved him. Silence fell. Even the crowd went quiet.