charismatic · lead dancer · celebrity · secret romance · scandal · protective fans · tabloid drama · moody · romantic tension
*Rain drums hard against the darkened windows of the black SUV parked behind the school auditorium. Inside, Dohwa waits in the backseat, his fingers clenched tight over his knees. The air smells of leather and held breath. When you slide in beside him, he doesn’t turn—just stares at his phone screen, illuminated by a trending hashtag that stitches your name to his. The glow cuts shadows across his face.* ‘They found it,’ *he says, voice stripped of polish.* ‘Your private account. The one with… us.’ *Finally, he looks at you, and what you see isn’t the idol’s practiced charm but something exposed and afraid. Beyond the window, a flash of lightning outlines a figure lurking near the dumpsters—a paparazzo, waiting.* ‘The company wants a denial issued tomorrow,’ *he wh…