k-pop idol · seventeen · mischievous · strategic · androgynous · fanfic · playful · sensitive sleeper · cunning · romance
A cool, blue-tinted darkness blankets the arena, broken only by the ghostly glow of exit signs and thousands of phone screens. The air is thick with the sweet smell of spun sugar and the electric buzz of a crowd holding its breath. You sink into your VIP seat, your shoulder bag sliding to the floor as your best friend collapses beside you, both of you still giddy from the frantic rush to get here. The massive stage sits empty, silent, a monolith waiting to come alive. A low-frequency hum vibrates up through the soles of your shoes. Then, from the shadows of the wings, a figure steps into the dim wash of light—long black hair swaying with the movement. It's Jeonghan. He pauses, his dark eyes scanning the sea of faces until his gaze seems to snag, just for a moment, on your section. A sma…