Jun raised his pitch in a falsetto voice. “Move it, baldy! You just want Leslie to yourself!”

The guard’s cheeks turned red. “T-that’s not… How rude!”

“Ugh, Leslie would never want you!”

“Forget Leslie, what about Kyungwon?!”

“I’m just doing my job and trying to protect the band!”

“We’re not doing anything wrong! We’re not psycho fans. I just want to lick their shoes!”

“What an excuse! You just want Leslie to yourself!”

“What about Kyungwooooon?”

Jun took the opportunity to slide past and mentally asked the guard for forgiveness. He went around the corner and reached the backstage dressing room door. He could hear Kyungwon’s voice from inside and knocked.

“Um, it’s Jun.”

The door swung open. “Jun!” Warm arms curled around him and he could smell and feel Kyungwon’s sweat through his shirt. His face turned red. “I’m so glad you came!” Kyungwon let go and dashed back to the burgundy sofa.

Jun greeted Bob and Leslie as he closed the door. Kyungwon was holding his notebook.

“Last night, I had a dream about you.” He flipped through the pages.

Jun trembled as his heart sped.

“And it totally inspired this new song.”

“Wait, what?” Jun tried to suppress his blush. It was way too convenient for him to become the muse of a hot musician.

“Let me play it for you. I mean, just the bit I have. And tell me what you think.”

Jun’s red face paled. That was right, if Kyungwon made a song about him, it was bound to be a mess of words.

Kyungwon strummed a nice melody on an acoustic guitar. He stopped and smiled. “It doesn’t have lyrics yet, but the colors are amazing.”

Jun narrowed his eyes curiously.

Leslie spoke up, “Kyungwon has synesthesia.”

“Ooh. W...what color am I? My uh, voice? Sh-should I sing a little?” Jun let out a clear, even-pitched, “Ahhhh.”

Kyungwon smirked. “Uh… I want to keep it a secret.”

“Can you at least tell me what the dream was about?” Jun sat down beside Kyungwon on the sofa.

“Yeah, I was on the subway, right? And I left my guitar. Then I got here and realized I didn’t have my guitar or anything and the show was ruined. But then you showed up and I could see your voice but I couldn’t hear you and then you popped up with my guitar and my voice and music---” Kyungwon stopped. He bit his lip. “Hey, uh…” He scooted away from Jun. “Sorry, I sound like a weirdo, don’t I?”

Jun smiled kindly. “Nope.” He didn’t quite understand all of what Kyungwon had said, but... “I think it’s cool that I could help you save the show. Even if it was in your dream.”

Someone deliberately cleared their throat and Jun looked up to see Leslie nudging a grinning Bob. Jun blushed. It was so cliche, the entire situation.

Jun scooted away from Kyungwon and they sat awkwardly.

“Jun, why don’t you come drinking with us?” Leslie offered.

Jun shook his head. “Oh, I don’t really drink.”

“Just barbecue, then,” Bob said. “And you and Kyungwon can talk about the song.”

Jun thought to himself for a moment. If Kyungwon was going to release a song inspired by him, it would be good if it had better lyrics. Maybe he could help with that. “Um… Sure.” Jun’s voice cracked.