Taemin grinned as he bowed on stage, sighing in relief as he stepped backstage at the end of his show. The seventeen year old loosened the bow tie around his neck, his nose crinkling up like a bunny's. He walked into the room that became his dressing room for the night, despite the fact that he only used it to change in and out of his suit.

He pulled on an old green hoodie; it was a bit oversized, but that was why he loved it. He hopped on one leg while trying to put on his jeans, his foot getting caught at the end. Once he fastened the button and pulled up the zipper, he sat down on the floor, shoving his left foot into a black high top.

As he finished tying his shoes, a knock sounded at his door.

"Come in!" He called out, putting his suit on the hanger.

The door creaked open, and his manager stepped in. He smiled at the older man, bowing slightly. The man smiled, waving him off.

"You have a view VIP guests, Taemin. May they come in?" Taemin furrowed his eyebrows, not knowing they had sold any VIP tickets.

"Uh, sure. Is Ruma with them?" Taemin smiled.

"Neh, I'll send him in with them." The older man smiled at Taemin.

"Thank you~" Taemin called out as the man left the room.

He wondered who his visitors were, and laughed lightly to himself when he wondered if it was anyone he knew.

"Taemin," His mentor's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

Taemin turned around quickly, his eyes widening at what he saw.

There, standing near the doorway of his dressing room, was the man who he swore to himself he would never talk to again. Yet, there he stood, his wife and three kids standing around him.

The man smiled, walking closer to Taemin, "You played so well, Taemin."

He spoke perfect Korean, and Taem