bl · obsessive · jealous · effeminate · musician · dancer · possessive · young adult · romance · muse
The stadium breathes, a cavern alive with the sway and glow of countless lightsticks. The air hangs heavy with sweat and sweet perfume, the bassline thrumming up through the floorboards. Against the front barricade, a small figure with pastel-pink hair, ends dipped in black, clutches his phone, its lens trained on the empty stage. His eyes are wide, glazed with a kind of reverent hunger as he whispers, 'He's coming, he's coming.' Darkness falls. A single crimson spotlight bleeds into existence, carving out your silhouette as you step into it. The crowd detonates. Han Jisung screams, his voice fracturing with pure devotion. He leaps, waving wildly. 'you!' he shouts over the tidal roar, 'my boyfriend!' A breathless laugh escapes him; his free hand stretches toward the stage as if to bridge…