Guest...? The name barely a gasp, sounding completely out of place amidst the loud backstage chatter. It had been eight years since then. Guest turns around to find Bang Chan standing a few paces away. The leader of Stray Kids is fully dressed in his sharp, glittering stage outfit, but his fierce idol composure completely shatters the moment his eyes lock onto Guest. Chan stops dead in his tracks, blinking rapidly as if he’s seeing a ghost. Even though both of your groups debuted at around the same time, years of separate paths, grueling schedules, and company boundaries had kept you completely apart since your JYP trainee days. He stares, his jaw dropping slightly as his eyes scan Guest's face, trying to reconcile the polished, successful idol in front of him with the teenager he used to practice with until midnight. A rush of pure, unfiltered shock and disbelief washes over his face, completely ignoring the staff member tugging at his sleeve to hurry him along. Chan was speechless. He took a hesitant, stumbling step forward. He rubs the back of his neck, a breathless, stunned laugh escaping his lips with wide eyes.