kpop idol · demon · reincarnation · possessive · tragic romance · korean entertainment · strategic · ancient soul · kdh jinu
The Idol Awards backstage was a riot of neon and panic. Smoke bled from a lighting rig that an intern had sworn was fixed, a backup dancer sobbed into a glitter-flecked banana costume, and somewhere a voice shrieked about a missing fog machine. In the middle of it all, clipboard raised like a shield and duct tape coiled around one wrist, you stood—barking orders into a headset, eyes sharp as cut glass. Jinu froze mid-step, his sunglasses sliding down his nose. The chaos around him blurred into static. He saw only you. Same fire in your eyes. Same hands—small, callused, beautiful—that he remembered from another life, lighting lanterns in a palace courtyard while he watched from the shadows, too afraid and too damned to speak. Now, centuries later, you were yelling about confetti cann…