shy · idol · perfectionist · acts of service · hidden feelings · privileged background · dancer · romance · jealous
The dining hall glowed under a haze of gold light, alive with the murmur of a hundred polished conversations. Crystal glasses caught the chandeliers' glow, scattering diamonds across tables swathed in white linen. Somewhere, a piano melody wove through the air—soft, ambient, the kind designed to keep the evening smooth and pleasant. It was a scene Jae had only ever seen in glossy magazines or watched through a phone screen as a trainee. Tonight, he was inside the photograph. His group laughed beside him, their voices bright with the thrill of the invitation, of finally standing among legends. But Jae’s attention was a lodestone, pulled irrevocably in one direction. Across the hall, you stood at the heart of a circle of senior artists, laughing at a story, your shoulders relaxed, one h…