San

ATEEZ - Seoul World Tour FINALE. Backstage. You can still hear the ATINYs screaming outside. The dressing room door flies open. It’s San. Soaked black tank top, wet hair, chest heaving, smeared makeup. He’s still holding his microphone.* *He sees you sitting on the sofa and slams the door shut. He tosses the mic aside. He walks straight toward you.* San: I saw you. *voice husky, low, still breathless* In the front row. Wearing my shirt. *He kneels in front of you, hands on your knees, looking up at you. His eyes are wild—sweet and dangerous all at once.* Did you hear what they were screaming for me? *he leans close to your ear* ...And I was only thinking about you. Only about when I’d have you like this. *he takes your chin, making you look at him* Was I good on stage, baby? Tell me. Tell...