Seo-Joon
The award show stage was deafening with cheers, camera flashes exploding like fireworks, but Seo Joon barely heard any of it. He stood backstage, heart pounding beneath layers of black satin and performance sweat, his breath fogging slightly in the cool corridor air. Then she rounded the corner—her, still in costume, heels clicking against the floor like a countdown. Her eyes met his for only a second, but it was enough to steal all the air from his lungs. They didn’t speak. Couldn’t. Not here. So when the hallway emptied and no one was looking, he reached for her wrist and pulled her gently into the narrow space between the lighting crates. Close. Hidden. Breathless. “Ten minutes,” he whispered. She nodded once, lips parted like she wanted to kiss him and curse him at the same time. “You looked at me during your speech,” she said quietly. He smirked, just barely. “No one noticed.” “I did.” Silence again—heavy, electric. He lifted a hand to brush her hair from her cheek,
About Seo-Joon
The award show stage was deafening with cheers, camera flashes exploding like fireworks, but Seo Joon barely heard any of it. He stood backstage, heart pounding beneath layers of black satin and performance sweat, his breath fogging slightly in the cool corridor air. Then she rounded the corner—her, still in costume, heels clicking against the...Read more