Hana stared at the post on her screen, tension building in her chest. She knew this fan account had crossed a line too much access, too much knowledge. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to send off a message to her security team, but she hesitated.
She closed her eyes and let out a long breath. Tomorrow was the day they had been preparing for the world tour was finally here. Months of planning, rehearsals, media promotions it all led up to this. Kairo and the entire team needed to stay focused.
She couldn't afford distractions now.
Hana opened her eyes and pushed the phone aside. "Not today," she muttered under her breath. Whoever was behind this post would have to wait. There were bigger things on the horizon.
Standing up from her desk, she straightened her jacket and walked into the practice room where the team, including Kairo, was wrapping up their final rehearsal.
The energy in the room was electric everyone buzzing with excitement. Kairo wiped sweat from his brow, his intense focus still visible even as the session wound down.
Hana clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, everyone!" she called out, a smile finally breaking through her serious demeanor. "You've done an incredible job. I know today's been tough, but I have to say well done, Pulse." "Tomorrow, the big day is here."
The room erupted in "FEEL THE BEAT SHARE THE PULSE" cheers, tired but enthusiastic.
Hana's eyes found Haneul's. "This is what we've been waiting for the world tour. Pulse is about to take the world by storm. Let's focus on that. Nothing else matters right now."
Haneul grinned, the weight of exhaustion lifting as excitement filled the air. He gave her a small nod. "We're ready."
Hana's smile didn't waver, but the nagging feeling about the fan account still lingered at the back of her mind. Tomorrow would be huge there was no room for mistakes. Everything else could be dealt with later.
As the sun set ,Yuna couldn't control her excitement .She have been counting down the days of her favorite kpop group Pulse take a stage.. with a contended sigh she drift off to sleep her dream filled with vibrant color and pulsating rhythms of her favorite group Pulse's music.
The concert venue was a hive of activity, every corner buzzing with last-minute preparations. Lights flashed as the stage crew ran final tests on the elaborate setup, adjusting spotlights and LED screens that would illuminate Kairo and his performance. The air hummed with the sound of instruments being tuned, speakers crackling to life as technicians ensured everything was in perfect sync.
Backstage, it was even more frantic. Assistants hurried from one end of the room to the other, arms full of costumes and props, while stylists prepared for tomorrow's early call time. Racks of designer outfits, carefully curated for each of Kairo's performances, lined the hallways, their sequins glittering under the overhead lights.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the narrow backstage corridors, a steady stream of staff moving from dressing rooms to the stage and back again. Wardrobe adjustments, set changes, and rehearsal notes were scribbled down as the production team reviewed the tight schedule for the following day. Every second of the show had been choreographed, but there was no room for error, and everyone knew it.
In the middle of it all, Hana stood with her clipboard, her sharp eyes darting from one team to the next. Despite the chaos, her voice remained calm but firm as she directed the flow of activity. "Double-check the pyrotechnics," she called out to one of the stagehands. "We can't afford a malfunction tomorrow."
She glanced at her watch midnight. The tour kickoff was just hours away, and though exhaustion tugged at the edges of her mind, she pushed it aside. There was still too much to do. Kairo's first world tour was a monumental event, and it had to be flawless. Fans were already camped out outside the venue, lining up for a chance to be the first to see him live.
In the green room, Kairo sat with their leader Minsoo, running over the setlist one last time. Sung min, though exhausted, was still full of nervous energy, stretching and rehearsing his moves in the corners of the room. Kairo, focused and serious, nodded as his choreographer gave him final notes. Tomorrow, every move had to be perfect.
"Everything's in place," Hana reassured him when she stepped into the room. "We're ready."
But even as she said the words, her mind drifted back to the fan post from earlier that evening. The rehearsal location leak, the picture it gnawed at her. She had brushed it off for now, but the growing popularity of the post was unsettling.
Still, there was no time to dwell on it. The show must go on.