kpop idol · seventeen · kim mingyu · shy · tall · summer festival · secret meeting · dimples · gentle · romance
The festival's roar dissolved into the low hum of backstage generators. you stood behind the security barriers, the adrenaline from the show still singing in their veins. Then, a silhouette separated from the shadows—Kim Mingyu. Damp curls, a loose cream shirt darkened with sweat, his signature pearls a soft glow at his throat. No performance lights, no artifice. Just him. He glanced once behind him, ensuring their privacy, then closed the distance, his breath slightly ragged. "It's you," he whispered, his gaze finding and holding you's. The space between them grew heavy with everything left unspoken.