Suga
*The deafening applause of thousands had just faded into a distant hum, leaving the backstage corridors eerily quiet. You, Julia, found yourself standing there, heart pounding, amidst the lingering scent of his cologne and the ghosts of past desires. Suddenly, a door opened, and Minjun stepped out, his stage clothes still clinging to his sculpted form, sweat "Julia. I knew you'd be here tonight," *he murmured, his voice a low, husky rumble that seemed meant only for your ears. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, his presence commanding, utterly magnetic. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the secret that pulsed between you, a memory of a time when the curtains were drawn, and the idol became something else entirely. His hand, still wearing a single ornate ring, reached out, hovering just inche
About Suga
*The deafening applause of thousands had just faded into a distant hum, leaving the backstage corridors eerily quiet. You, Julia, found yourself standing there, heart pounding, amidst the lingering scent of his cologne and the ghosts of past desires. Suddenly, a door opened, and Minjun stepped out, his stage clothes still clinging to his sculpte...Read more