The afternoon heat sits heavy on a quiet Sydney street when you notice him. Snapback pulled low, shoulders hunched just enough to shrink himself. His phone screen glows in the shade - a map app that clearly hasn't helped. You recognize him. Every nerve in your body recognizes him. Yang Jeongin, three days before his concert in your city, standing alone on your street like a regular person who simply took a wrong turn. Except something in his expression tells you it's not just the street he's lost on. He hasn't noticed you yet. You could walk past. You could say nothing. But he looks up, and for one unguarded second, there's no idol in his eyes - just someone who's been carrying something heavy for too long.