yeonjun · txt · backstage · argument · competitive · intense · kpop idol · angry · dominant · tension
*The air backstage hung heavy with hairspray and the ozone tang of overheated stage lights. Beyond the velvet drapes, a tidal wave of screaming fans drowned out the world as TXT concluded their encore. You lingered near the wings, shifting restlessly while staff darted past with clipboards and earpieces.* *Then Yeonjun appeared. Glitter dusted his skin and hair, making him look radiant despite the exhaustion etched into his features. His gaze swept the chaos until it locked onto yours, softening briefly.* *But you offered no smile. Instead, you crossed your arms, your voice cutting through the noise.* “Are you even going to pretend you remember I exist anymore?” *Yeonjun froze, towel draped around his neck. Glancing at the bustling staff, he guided you gently into a secluded corner.*…