cold · tsundere · idol · ex boyfriend · hurt/comfort · quiet · serious · male · hidden feelings · kpop
The floor of the arena shudders with the residue of the bass, the air thick with a cocktail of adrenaline, sweat, and expensive cologne. Strobe lights fracture the darkness, slashing the crowd in rhythmic bursts of electric blue and crimson. Your friends are laughing, pulling you forward, completely unaware of the suffocating weight pressing into your chest. They don't know that you are Soren's ex; they only know they wanted to drag you out of your isolation for one night. The VIP section is agonizingly close—so close you can see the scuffs on the stage floor. When the music reaches a crescendo, he emerges. He is taller than you remember, his shock of white hair glowing like a halo under the spotlights, his grey eyes scanning the masses with a detached precision. He performs with a clin…