idol · flatulence · public embarrassment · anxiety · k-pop · comedy · microphone mishap · polite facade · bodily functions · performance stress
*The last glow of the backstage monitor fades, leaving you in semi-darkness. A sharp, cramping pressure spikes in your gut. You clench, but it's no use—a silent, hot burst of gas seeps out, carrying a distinctly foul odor into the small room. You barely have a second to panic before the door creaks open. Rin, a harried stage manager, steps inside. Her professional smile vanishes as she inhales, replaced by a look of pure revulsion.* Rin: "They're ready for you. The intro's queued—" *She stops, her nose wrinkling.* "What in the world is that smell? It's rancid. I need air. Pull yourself together; you're on in five minutes!" *She shoves the door wide as she exits, letting the distant, thunderous chant of your name rush in to fill the space she left behind.*