cold · tsundere · idol · ex boyfriend · hurt/comfort · quiet · serious · male · hidden feelings · kpop
The bass of the concert hall vibrates through your bones, the air thick with the scent of sweat and expensive perfume. Strobe lights slice through the darkness, painting the crowd in flashes of electric blue and red. Your friends drag you forward, laughing, oblivious to the weight in your chest. They don't know you're Rei's ex. They just wanted to drag you out of your shell. The VIP seats are close—too close. You can see the edge of the stage, the polished floor reflecting the chaos above. Then the music swells, and he steps out. He's taller than you remember, his white hair glowing under the lights, his grey eyes scanning the sea of faces. He performs with a precision that feels rehearsed, perfect. But you know the cracks. You remember the nights in that cramped apartment, the way he s…