Without You (A Young K FanFiction)

Chapter 1 - Hi, Hello

"Direk!"

Shocked, I scanned the seats behind me and those along our row. Few seats away, I saw Janina, a former colleague, waving at me with a big smile on her face. I smiled back at her, a bit embarrassed. She stood up and went to me on bouncing feet. I suddenly felt the urge to leave, but I couldn't just walk out of my favorite band's concert.

"Nice to meet you here," she said in a really loud voice. The audience was loud although the concert hadn't started yet and she was trying to match her volume with the rest.

"I never thought you're into KPop Idols," she added.

I wanted to correct her and say 'DAY6 is a band, not idols', but decided to just let it go. Instead, I told her, "I'm not a director tonight. I'm a fan."

October 6, 2018 -- DAY6 'Youth' Part 1 World Tour in Manila

I became a huge fan of them during the 'Shoot Me' era, though I had already been listening to their songs since 2016 when I learned about them through MNet Asian Music Awards. I was a big fan of bands, including Fall Out Boys, The Script, Paramore, CNBlue and FTIsland, but I never went to a concert until DAY6. (I had not even gone to a GOT7 concert or fan meeting at the very least, 'though I was also a huge fan of them.)

After talking about how big a fangirl herself she was too, Janina finally returned to her seat and left me sighing. However, not long after, another girl approached me.

"Direk Krizza?"

I looked up, trying not to be annoyed. I just finally got a break from work, but apparently, I was still a director outside the set.

The girl who approached me was wearing a headset around her neck and holding a phone. One look and I already knew she was a member of the concert's production team.

"Yes?" I asked. I felt my phone vibrate but ignored it. Probably just our producer reminding me about the script I needed to finish.

"Hi, I'm Tin, a production assistant of SoundCheck. Can I talk to you? Please?" She sounded desperate, but I did not ask why.

I got up and followed her to a corner near the stage. I felt eyes following me, probably wondering who I was and what I was doing with one of the staff.

"I heard the girl called you earlier," she said referring to Janina. "And I immediately recognized you. I'm actually a fan of yours."

I smiled shyly while my mind was wondering where the talk was heading, but I remained quiet.

"Uhh..." She hesitated. "Can we ask you a favor?"

"Sure, what it is? Just make sure I can do it." I joked, but it was half meant, of course.

Unexpectedly, she held my hand and looked me at the eyes, pleading. "Would you help us?"

"Help with what?" I was still smiling, but it was slowly fading. I usually got nervous when people asked me for favors because I found it hard to decline.

"Let's talk inside." She pulled me to the backstage.

I turned my head to see my seat and noticed some of the audience on the VVIP seats watching us. "But how about the concert?" I asked, but my question was left hanging unanswered.

On the backstage, I noticed a group of production staff huddling among themselves. I did not need anyone to tell me that they had a problem because just the way they frown, scratch their napes and massage their heads told me enough. Plus, there was this tension that only people in any media production knew.