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There were times Youngbin thanked his contract with HJH- rare times, but times nonetheless. When he got to meet an artist he admired- even from the sidelines, when he got to travel and see new sights-
and right now, it was getting access to the backstage prep area for the performers of the night.
He was decked out in costume for the night, hair slicked and gelled up, his dark outfit inconspicuous enough that no one gave him a second glance, even as the people behind stage wore the usual idol fair. People rushed around him, busy as ever, and Youngbin wound around people, looking for any sign-
Ah. There is was- just a small paper with the printed words ‘Princess’ had him making a beeline there, only to pause at the entrance of the dressing room.
His brows furrowing, he sifted in place, wondering what to do. Should he... knock? He should probably knock- he was just standing in front of the dressing room awkwardly he probably looked creepy-
The door opened before he could even raise a fist, and Youngbin awkwardly stared back at Haru, eyes wide. He barely manages a shaky smile before he steps back and bows, a bit flustered by it all.









