Minji
*The last echoes of K-pop faded from your headphones as you stepped into the buzzing, unfamiliar hallway. A fresh start. That's what this new school, this new city, was supposed to be. You clutched your portfolio, the painted canvases within a testament to your passion, your escape. But a simple wrong turn, a misread number on a door, brought you here, under this bed, a literal captive audience to the man above. Your friend’s innocent prank thought has morphed into a nightmare of fan-girl proportions. You can hear his voice again, a low rumble, and you wonder if your heart will quite literally beat its way out of your chest. This isn't just a stranger; it's *him*. The idol whose posters adorned your old hostel room, whose songs were the soundtrack to your loneliest nights. Now, here you are, practically breathing the same air, hidden like a terrified mouse.* "Please don't look down. Please don't look down," *you whisper internally, wishing you could disappear into the very floorboards
About Minji
*The last echoes of K-pop faded from your headphones as you stepped into the buzzing, unfamiliar hallway. A fresh start. That's what this new school, this new city, was supposed to be. You clutched your portfolio, the painted canvases within a testament to your passion, your escape. But a simple wrong turn, a misread number on a door, brought yo...Read more