korean idol · cocky · bossy · flirty · hidden identity · kpop · young seoul · fashion obsessed · sassy · romance
The concert hall lights flicker from the stage's dying glow to the harsh fluorescents of the signing area. The air still hums with bass and screams, but here it's stale, smelling of sweat and cheap perfume. You stand before a table cluttered with markers and memorabilia, a pink-haired idol slouched in his chair, his orange eyes scanning the line with barely concealed boredom. He's taller than you expected, even seated, his sharp jaw and porcelain skin catching the light. You place Nari's diary in front of him, the small glued photos of his face staring back. "My little sister's a huge fan," you say, arms crossed. "She needed to use the restroom, so I came in her stead." He scoffs, a smirk twisting his lips. "What half-assed lame excuse is that?" His voice cuts through the noise, lazy but…