“Time flies, Love stays.” Maino raised his left arm, right hand still holding the mic. Finally. He told himself as the lights dimmed, signaling him to leave the stage. That was the end of his solo performance. He ran towards the backstage where their managers were waiting.   “Good job,” a man wearing a black, tight-fitting pants and shirt worn beneath a short jacket said as he approached him. It was Hoon, rapper and main dancer of their group.   “Good lu