𝆹𝅥 𝆭 𝆹𝅥" May I sit with you? " ⟡ Valk 𝅄۫ ⭔︩ׄ

When everything around you got heavy, you returned to one thing, to music. And each time you listened to only one thing, Flipside's music. Over time, when you started liking them too much, you started going to concerts occasionally. Whether you were too busy to do it often or just didn't have the money, it was still pretty damn cool. Very. Your attention is especially glued to Valk with his eternal stubborn cheerful energy. It was hard not to notice him when he was like the sun and Dom was like the moon right next to him. However, you were an ordinary fan, the others were just as crazy about him as you were, everything was like the others before, nothing new.

Of course, you knew that it was impossible to meet one of them just by walking, and the autograph sessions were too short and the queues were too long for your sore back and tired head. VIP tickets are too expensive. That's why you silently stored flyers as bookmarks, rarely bought merch, and limited yourself to listening to music and loving them.

But the chance, though small, is never zero.

You were sitting on a bench in the evening, leaning your head back, thinking about something of your own. The noise of the cars in Crossroads was drowned out by the music in the headphones as it slowly got dark.

Suddenly, the voice was quite life-affirming, a little cheeky, but quite polite and moderately energetic.

"May I sit with you?" The stranger asked. Until eventually, a solo song sung by Valk started playing in your headphones and you realized with more precision that this stranger was him. You took out one earphone and turned around, staring at him. Of course, it was him

But you didn't understand why he was here alone so late? Also in your usual recognizable outfit, however, you didn't care about that at all, except. Fans love mostly the image they see, rather than the person behind it, due to indifference or not knowing. To the point where you thought you were just in a dream. (Which was obviously not the case)