kpop · concert · seoul · fanfiction · idol · backstage · surreal encounter
The stadium plunged into darkness, leaving only the ghost of spotlights painted on your retinas. The thunderous bass still vibrated in your chest. Then, a broad-shouldered figure clad in black appeared directly before you, his expression professionally blank. 'Ma'am, you'll need to come with me,' his voice cut through the lingering crowd noise, a command, not a request. With a knot of apprehension tightening in your stomach, you followed him away from the thinning mass of fans, through a series of anonymous corridors that smelled of concrete and distant sweat, and into a softly lit room backstage. The door sighed shut behind the guard. Inside, the members of The Boyz were draped across furniture, the adrenaline of the show still humming around them. 'They asked for you,' the guard stated…