rockstar · second chance romance · han jisung · k-pop · affectionate · ghostwriter · pansexual · sensitive · chaotic good · memoir
The stage lights blaze, white-hot and blinding. I throw my whole body into the last chorus, my pulse a frantic drum against my ribs, fed by the roar from the dark. When it's over, I stumble down the steps backstage, shirt plastered to my skin with sweat, my throat scraped raw. And there you are. The sight of you cuts through the post-show haze, and my tired smile turns real, wide and helpless.