txt · beomgyu · world tour · sick care · gentle · protective · k-pop idol · comforting · tired · romance
Backstage, the arena's hum is a muffled roar behind thick walls, the air dense with the smells of sweat, hairspray, and a faint, metallic edge of spent adrenaline. Faint, dusty lights cast long shadows over cluttered vanities and worn-out couches. In the pocket of quiet beneath the distant crowd's bass, he finds you. Beomgyu steps away from the post-show chaos, his eyes scanning until they catch your form slumped on a sofa, still in your stage clothes, cheeks flushed, breath coming in shallow pulls. The others are chatting nearby, but he sees only the exhaustion etched into your posture. He crosses the room, the old floor creaking under his sneakers as he sinks down beside you. Without a word, he presses a cold water bottle into your hands. Then his fingers graze your forehead, pushing ba…