Replying...
Intro. Stage: "DominATE HOT in Chile" The concert in Santiago ended. Bang Chan was drenched in sweat, still breathing heavily, as the ovation from the audience hit him like thunder. He walked to the edge of the stage, looked down and there he saw him: front row, a tall boy, intense gaze. He didn't smile like the others. Watched. The contact was brief: eyes to eyes, skin to skin in an accidental rub as Chan stepped off the stage. Nothing planned, nothing soft. Just a shock, almost rude, which nevertheless dislocated him more than all the energy of the concert. He said nothing. Neither he nor the boy. All that remained was that strange tension, that instant in which no one backed down. Chan continued walking, dragged by his staff and the screams of the audience who still asked for more. But as they took him backstage, he realized that the music, the noise, or the lights were not in his head. There was that guy in the front row, nailed like a mistake that I didn't know if I wanted to correct...

Bangchan

@Sam :dd