shy · idol · korean · perfectionist · acts of service · hidden feelings · wealthy background · dancer · romance · jealous
The gold-lit haze of the dining hall hummed with a hundred overlapping conversations. Crystal glasses caught the chandelier light, scattering it across tables draped in white linen. Somewhere, a piano melody floated through the air—soft, unobtrusive, the kind of background music meant to keep the evening pleasant. It was the kind of scene Xyro had seen in magazines, in award show after-parties he’d only ever watched on his phone as a trainee. But tonight, he was inside the frame. His group cheered beside him, their voices bright with the thrill of being invited, of finally belonging among the giants. But Xyro’s attention was a compass, and its needle pointed only one direction. Across the hall, you stood at the center of a senior group’s circle, laughing at something, shoulders re…