The room is bathed in a soft, pink glow, casting gentle shadows on the walls adorned with delicate floral projections. Petals seem to dance on the surface, floating and fading like memories in the air. Kian stands at the center, the microphone held loosely in his hand, his pink pants softly catching the light as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. His white shirt hugs his frame, simple yet sharp, the lack of a jacket making him seem even more vulnerable in the moment.

As the first few notes trickle into the air, a hush settles over the space. Kian's breath catches for just a second before he exhales slowly, lifting the mic to his lips. His voice breaks through the quiet—soft at first, but steady.

(Hold Me Close) Look Me Dead In My Eyes
(Dead in my) 'til the day that I die
(Dead inside) I just wanna feel alive
(With you, I'm alive) with you, I'm alive

The lyrics drift into the air, and for a moment, there's a pause. A brief second where the sound fades, and a quiet round of applause fills the space. Kian lowers the mic slightly, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He nods subtly, acknowledging the moment, before shifting his stance, gripping the mic a little tighter.

Then, with renewed focus, he lets himself fall back into the music.

Fell in love, but it left me lonely
Tried to trust, but it burned me slowly
I didn't know what I was looking for
'Til I found her

His voice is a whisper at first, almost hesitant, but with each passing lyric, it grows more certain, more raw. The words spill from him, an echo of unspoken emotions. His movements are subtle, the microphone gently swaying with him as he closes his eyes for a moment, allowing the music to guide him deeper into the feeling of the song. It's like he's speaking directly to someone, and for a brief second, the vulnerability he rarely lets others see is all that fills the room.

I found her

The music builds—a soft crescendo as the background vocals swell. The beat pulses in, and Kian straightens up. His confidence shifts, a visible change in his posture as he opens his eyes, looking out into the room. His grip on the microphone tightens again, and his stance broadens. The soft vulnerability gives way to raw, unrestrained emotion.

(Without her) I'm a mess
There was nothing 'bout that love that made sense, I was stressed
'Til I found her (oh, oh)

The smile never fades as he moves, lost in the rhythm, and the floral projections on the wall pulse along with the beat. His steps are light and carefree, his voice playful, almost teasing at times, as he interacts with the song and the music surrounding him. Kian laughs softly to himself as he lets the lyrics slip effortlessly from his lips. He's no longer just performing—he's in the moment, enjoying every second of it. The room feels alive with his energy, and the music rises again, and Kian's voice follows it, stronger now. His whole body seems to vibrate with the song's intensity as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, allowing the music to take control. Every movement is confident, every word is delivered with purpose, but the playful energy is unmistakable.

I've run for many miles trying to find love
From a woman that could love me and never leave my side
And I've run for many miles trying to get away from
The things I'm afraid of and everything inside

The petals on the walls swirl in time with the music, dancing faster now as Kian moves with them. He lets out a quick laugh, his whole demeanor lighthearted but full of passion, embracing the fun and joy of performing. The mic swings in his hand, almost like an extension of himself—fluid, expressive, alive with movement.

You say that we're already done (done)
But what does that even mean?
You tell me to open my eyes
Thank God it was just a dream
I guess that's how you know that it's love
When you're scared to death they'll leave
Just say that you'll never leave, never leave

The music builds, rising with a sense of anticipation. Kian pauses for a moment, eyes closed, letting the music wash over him. His breathing slows as if he's gathering all his energy for the next part of the song. His lips curve into a confident smile, and when his eyes open again, there's a flicker of excitement, a sense of readiness.

His body moves with the rhythm as the beat drops, and he shifts his stance, ready to dive into the next part. The petals on the walls seem to swirl faster, pulsing with the music, reflecting his rising intensity. He chuckles softly to himself, enjoying the moment, and the playful energy returns, this time with an edge of confidence that wasn't there before.

Kian grips the microphone tighter, his posture changing, shoulders squared, and his movements becoming more deliberate. There's a fire in his eyes now—he's fully immersed in the performance, ready to give it his all.

The music swells, and Kian's voice rises to meet it.

어두운 밤에도, 너는 내 빛
세상이 멀어져도, 나는 너와 함께
너와 있을 때, everything changes
너의 미소 하나에, 내 세상이 비춰

내가 힘들 때마다, 네가 떠오르고
너와 함께하면, fear이 사라져
세상 모든 게 변해도, 너만 있으면 돼
너와 함께라면, 무엇도 두렵지 않아

우리는 멈추지 않아, 끝까지 달려가
너와 나, this moment을 지켜가
언제나 너와 함께, 영원히 함께
너 없인 못 살아, 너만이 내 전부

너와 나, 세상의 끝까지 함께 가자
너와 나, 모든 걸 함께 하자

The last echoes of the rap fade, and Kian's grip on the microphone relaxes slightly. His chest rises and falls with his breath, a quiet moment of tension before the music swells again, signaling the return of the chorus. He shifts his weight, his eyes flickering with focus as if he's preparing to launch into the final part of the song.

With a swift motion, Kian brings the mic up to his lips, and the playful, confident energy from earlier returns. The movement is fluid, as if he's been waiting for this moment, his body already in sync with the music. The petals on the walls pulse in time with the beat, swirling with more intensity, reflecting the anticipation in the air.

(Hold Me Close) Look Me Dead In My Eyes
(Dead in my) 'til the day that I die
(Dead inside) I just wanna feel alive
(With you, I'm alive) with you, I'm a-, uh

His voice carries, stronger than before, each word coming with a sense of release. He leans slightly into the mic, feeling the weight of the lyrics as they slip out, the vulnerability and energy of the performance blending together in perfect harmony.

Fell in love, but it left me lonely
Tried to trust, but it burned me slowly
I didn't know what I was looking for
'Til I found her

As the beat builds, Kian's movements become more pronounced, his body swaying with the rhythm. The mic feels like an extension of him, his hand moving fluidly with each lyric. His eyes are closed for a moment, lost in the music, letting it carry him toward the final lines. When he opens them again, there's a spark of energy—a quiet thrill that he lets shine through.

I found her

He steps forward slightly, planting his feet firmly as the music intensifies. His voice swells with confidence, and he throws a quick, playful glance toward the empty space in front of him, as if sharing this moment with someone only he can see. The projections on the walls reflect his growing energy, petals spinning faster now, as if the whole room is alive with the song.

The smile never fades, but it's tinged with something deeper now—perhaps nostalgia, or a hint of longing. He lets the lyrics pour out, the playful tension shifting into something more intimate, his heart almost visible in the way he sings.

(Without her) I'm a mess
There was nothing 'bout that love that made sense, I was stressed
'Til I found her (oh, oh)

As the chorus hits its final notes, Kian slows his movements, letting the last few words linger in the air. The beat softens, and his body relaxes slightly, settling into the final echo of the song. He closes his eyes again, as if savoring the last moments of the performance. His fingers brush against the mic gently, almost like a quiet farewell to the music that has filled the space.

(And Without her) I'm a mess
There was nothing 'bout that love that made sense, I was stressed
'Til I found her (oh, oh)

As Kian sings the final lines, his voice softens, the words hanging in the air, almost like a whispered secret.

'Til I found her
Ooh-ooh-ooh

He holds the mic gently, his hand barely moving now, as if he's savoring the last note, letting the emotion of the song settle within him. The room begins to calm, the floral projections slowing down their movement, fading in sync with the music.

The last "Ooh-ooh-ooh" lingers, and Kian's voice is almost a hum, his eyes closing as he lets the sound fade into the silence. His shoulders are relaxed, his body still swaying just slightly, almost as if he's waiting for the last beat to disappear completely.

The music softens, the final notes echoing in the room, and the projections slowly fade away into the dark. Kian stays still for a beat, breathing deeply, his fingers lingering on the mic as if reluctant to let go of the moment. There's a quiet stillness now, the only sound left is the soft hum of the fading song.

As the last note of the song fades, Kian's face softens in a way that feels intimate, as if he's reflecting on everything the song represents. He looks down for a moment, his fingers lightly tapping the mic, lost in the emotion of the song. His expression speaks volumes—there's a mix of gratitude, reflection, and warmth.

The camera slowly zooms out, and the floral projections behind him begin to fade to soft pastel colors, a serene and peaceful atmosphere taking over the room.

A text fades onto the screen:

The text lingers for a moment as the screen slowly fades to black. The music softly dies out with a final whisper of melody, leaving a quiet, heartfelt pause.