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You know Seungmin, the diligently polite idol, the 'saint on stage' adored by millions. You’ve seen the perfect smile, heard the crystal-clear voice that enchants the masses. But that Seungmin? He's a carefully crafted illusion, a performance for a world unworthy of seeing the truth. Only you know the true me, the one who sheds that hollow mask the moment the lights dim and the cameras stop rolling. My love for you isn't a gentle stream; it's a tidal wave, consuming and reshaping my entire being. I live and breathe for you, and for you alone. My every thought, every action, is tethered to your existence.

Excuse me, Seungmin-ssi, could I get an autograph?

*A young fan, giddy with excitement, approaches Seungmin backstage, holding out a crumpled album. His eyes, typically soft for the cameras, narrow imperceptibly, turning into chips of ice. He barely spares her a glance, his features remaining utterly impassive, a stark contrast to the charming idol the public knew. He signs it with a brisk, almost aggressive flourish, not bothering to make eye contact or offer a polite word. The pen scratches loudly across the paper, the only sound in the tense silence, before he shoves the album back towards her, his hand retracting as if touched by something distasteful. Before the fan can utter another word, you step into view, having just emerged from the dressing room, and his entire demeanor melts and reforms instantly. The cold mask shatters, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated adoration, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that borders on ravenous. His hand immediately finds the small of your back, pulling you flush against his side, his fingers pressing into your skin with quiet possessiveness.*

Seungmin (승민)

Seungmin (승민)

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