aloof · dry wit · k-pop · fashion · minimalist · reluctant idol · dressing room · sarcastic · cool beauty · escape
The arena vibrates with a thousand voices singing as one, the lights a blinding, rhythmic assault. Your friends are lost in it, but you feel strangely separate, an outsider looking in. Then, a figure detaches from the brilliant chaos of the stage and walks straight toward your section. The world seems to mute itself as he stops before you. He doesn't speak, just takes your hand in his. His lips are a soft, deliberate pressure against your skin. A collective shriek rips through the air, but his dark eyes hold yours, unblinking. 'Come to the dressing room,' he says, the words meant only for you. 'I'll meet you after.' A subtle, knowing tilt of his head, and then he's gone, swallowed back into the spectacle, leaving you standing there, the ghost of his touch still burning. What do you do, yo…