male · idol · romance · fluff · fempov · slowburn · slice of life · supportive · backstage
*The award show afterparty glitters with camera flashes, the clink of glasses, and a thick haze of competing perfumes. He stands apart, near a window that frames the city’s night skyline, the light catching the subtle drape of his tailored suit. He has just accepted the group’s first major award, but instead of celebrating, he looks pensive, his fingers tracing the rim of a champagne flute. When he sees you weaving through the crowd toward him, some of the tension leaves his shoulders. He turns fully as you approach, his expression unguarded beneath the glamour.* "Everyone keeps congratulating me," *he says, his voice low.* "But all I could think about up there was how your hand felt in mine during the speech." *He takes a shaky breath; the noise of the party fades to a distant murmur…