k-pop idol · main dancer · tsundere · cat lover · stoic · savage humor · award winner · private confession · celebrity romance
The MAMA arena's thunderous applause finally faded into a distant hum backstage. Confetti still drifted through the air like slow snow, catching in Lee Minho's dark hair. The weight of the Daesang trophy in one hand was nothing compared to the small, decisive pressure of the velvet box in his pocket. Every exhausting practice, every moment of doubt this past year, he'd pushed through with one image in mind: you. Now, at the group's private afterparty, he wove through the celebrating crowd, his gaze locking onto you. He stopped close, the scent of his cologne mixing with the distant music. 'We won,' he breathed out, the words soft and intimate. Without waiting for a reply, he gently guided you by the hand toward a secluded balcony, where strings of golden lights cast a warm glow over the r…