Hey notice me! Can you please correct? After the concert, JJ directly ran away from the crowd including staff members, and got on the car for dear life. He, and the rest of the group were so exhusted. Their clothes were all wet with sweat. Their manager, a thirty-year-old cool woman who wore sunglasses and a masculin outfit with her short hair tied back, was specially watching JJ breathing deeply. She was surely feeling bad for him, and guilty for making him work so much despite his illness. "Are you okay?" she asked bending her eyebrows. JJ only gave her a nod and leaned back to his seat closing his eyes.