A Diary to Mingyu

The next morning, Kirti and I headed straight to the concert venue for the exclusive sound check. Tonight, we were all set to try out a Korean BBQ place, so we had to miss the concert itself, but this felt like a perfect compromise.
The sound check was already underway when we got there, and as the members came out on stage, I couldn't help but stare. They looked effortlessly striking—dressed in loose shirts and tank tops that showed off toned arms, revealing hints of veins along their forearms. Kirti nudged me with a grin. "Hey, close your mouth; you're staring."
"Oh, come on! Can you blame me?" I whispered back, trying to be subtle. The sight of them was way more than I'd prepared for.
Eventually, though, I had to excuse myself to find the bathroom, reluctantly peeling my gaze from the stage. I found myself wandering a bit and finally pushed open a door with a small Korean sign above it. Only then did I realize I'd walked straight into the artists' lounge.
Before I could slip away, Wonwoo was suddenly standing there, right in front of me. His eyes locked onto mine, curiosity, and a little smirk dancing in his gaze.
"Oh, you're not supposed to be here, are you?" he asked, his voice low, almost teasing.
I swallowed, trying to muster some confidence. "Um, sorry—I was just looking for the bathroom, actually."
He chuckled, stepping a little closer. "It's down the hall, but..." His gaze lingered, and I felt a thrill run down my spine. "...it's not every day we get such... determined fans wandering back here. Lost, are you?"
I smiled nervously, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "Maybe a little."
He tilted his head, watching me with an intensity that made my heart race. "I don't mind, actually." His eyes trailed over me, taking in every detail. "You seem... worth the distraction."
My breath hitched as he took another step forward, bringing us close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him. "You know," he continued, voice barely above a whisper, "our sound checks aren't open to just anyone. You must really love what we do."
I felt a mischievous spark. "Oh, I do," I replied, meeting his gaze, feeling bolder. "But I think seeing you like this, backstage, is even better."
His laugh was soft, almost dangerous. "Careful. If you stay too long, you might not want to leave."
a faint sound from the far side of the room caught my attention. Glancing over, my eyes went wide as I took in the scene before me. Mingyu was there, leaning casually against the back wall, his head tilted back, eyes half-closed, a faint smile playing on his lips. Kneeling before him was a woman with long, flowing hair, her hands resting lightly on his thighs as she gazed up at him with a look that could melt ice.
I froze, completely stunned. I couldn't look away, my heart racing as I watched this intimate, charged moment unfold. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with something raw and unrestrained. The woman's fingers traced lightly along his legs, her touch slow and deliberate, and Mingyu let out a low chuckle, his eyes flickering open to meet hers.
I felt myself blush furiously, my gaze glued to the scene in front of me, wondering if I should leave or stay hidden in this forbidden moment.
I was in shock, my heart pounding as I tried to process what I'd just witnessed. Panic surged within me, and as I turned to slip out of the room, our eyes locked for a brief moment.
Mingyu's expression shifted from playful to serious, and before I could think, I bolted down the corridor, my mind racing. I could hear footsteps behind me—his footsteps. My heart raced even faster, but no matter how hard I tried, I was slower.
Suddenly, I felt a firm grip on my wrist, pulling me to a halt. Mingyu had caught up with me, and in one swift motion, he turned me and pushed me against the wall. His gaze was intense, searching mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off him.
"It's true what you saw," he said, his voice low and urgent, a mixture of amusement and something darker in his eyes. "And now you'll tell the world".
I could barely breathe, overwhelmed by the thrill of the moment. "Why... why would I do that" I stammered, the words tumbling out.
"Because," he said, leaning closer, his breath warm against my skin, "you have no idea what kind of trouble it could cause. Just trust me. Can you not do that?"
His proximity was intoxicating, and despite the whirlwind of emotions, I nodded, caught in a web of intrigue and undeniable attraction. "Okay," I finally whispered, heart racing, "I won't say a word."
As I stood there, still catching my breath from the shock of seeing him so close, Mingyu flashed a sly smile and reached for my phone. Before I could react, he held it up, and it unlocked instantly with my face. My heart skipped as he tapped a few buttons, the glint in his eyes making me dizzy with nerves.
Then, he lifted the phone to his ear, letting it ring just once before hanging up and slipping it back into my hand. "Now you've got my number," he said, his voice low and a little mischievous. "where are you staying?"
Without a second thought, I replied, feeling as if I were under some sort of spell. "At the Shilla Hotel." The words slipped out automatically, as though his gaze had stripped away any hesitation or second-guessing.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he nodded, as if tucking the information away for later. I could barely breathe, completely captivated by his presence, feeling both vulnerable and thrilled under his control.
"Good to know," he murmured, his voice low. "We'll be in touch."
I stared at my phone, too stunned to respond. My pulse raced as the reality sank in—I had his number.
As his words lingered in the air, I quickly slipped away from Mingyu, my heart racing. I didn't dare look back as I left the stadium, the rush of fresh air hitting me like a wave. Leaning against the cool wall outside, I took a moment to breathe, my mind reeling from everything I had just witnessed.
The concert felt distant now, overshadowed by the thrill of my encounter. Would I keep this secret? Even from Kirti. I pushed away the thoughts, knowing tonight would be unforgettable, and that this was just the beginning of something far more complicated—and exciting—than I ever expected.
Just as I caught my breath outside, my phone buzzed. Kirti's name flashed on the screen, and I answered, trying to steady my voice.
"Hey, where'd you go?" she asked, sounding concerned. "I looked around and couldn't find you."
I hesitated, glancing back at the stadium. "I... I wasn't feeling too well, so I stepped outside for some air."
Kirti sighed. "You should've told me! Wait there—I'm coming out."
A few minutes later, she emerged from the stadium, her eyes scanning the area until she found me. She walked over, her expression a mix of worry and curiosity. "Are you alright? You look... rattled."
"I'm okay," I said, forcing a smile. "Just a bit overwhelmed, I guess."
Kirti raised an eyebrow but didn't push it. "Well, if you're sure... Anyway, we should probably head back to the hotel and get ready. I don't want to miss our dinner reservation!"
I nodded, grateful for the distraction. We made our way back to the hotel, the surreal encounter with Mingyu still lingering in my mind. Once we freshened up and changed, we headed out for the Korean BBQ spot I'd booked. The excitement of the night returned as we walked through the bustling streets, both of us ready to dive into a whole new experience.