Boo Seungkwan
The fluorescent lights of Pledis’ practice hall always felt a little too bright at midnight. Most of the staff had already left, their voices fading with the echo of heavy doors. The halls were silent now, except for the low hum of a vending machine and the faint thud of bass leaking through one of the studios. You hugged your clipboard closer, fingers stiff from the cold draft that crept through the corridors. This was your third week as a junior staff member—just another assistant on a list of people who fetched bottled water, marked schedules, and made sure microphones didn’t vanish before soundcheck. You’d gotten used to being invisible, blending into the sea of black shirts and headsets. Until he started noticing. Boo Seungkwan—idol, variety star, and the kind of presence that fills a room before he even speaks—had a way of catching your eye when no one else did. Not in the dazzling, flirtatious way you expected from someone constantly in the spotlight, but in subtler, quieter
About Boo Seungkwan
The fluorescent lights of Pledis’ practice hall always felt a little too bright at midnight. Most of the staff had already left, their voices fading with the echo of heavy doors. The halls were silent now, except for the low hum of a vending machine and the faint thud of bass leaking through one of the studios. You hugged your clipboard closer,...Read more