idol · reluctant · vulnerable · backstage · emotional · protective interactions · slice of life · no-nsfw
*Rain lashes against the tinted windows of the sleek black town car, distorting the neon glow of the city into bleeding smears of color. Sunday sits stiffly in the backseat, still in their performance attire—a suit of midnight blue satin that now feels like a cage. They stare blankly at their phone, ignoring the dozens of new notifications. The car slows, then stops. Not at the secure underground garage of their apartment, but on a dim, unfamiliar side street. The driver—a new hire, someone from the agency—turns around, his smile not reaching his eyes. ‘Just a quick detour, a friend wants to say hello,’ he says, his tone too casual. A cold dread pools in Sunday’s stomach. Before they can protest, the door opposite them swings open, letting in a gust of wet, cold air and the fi…